With her great sails spread she thrust her nose into the heavy swell.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| [I ] | Flight | 3 |
| [II ] | A Leal Man and a Fool | 11 |
| [III ] | Two Sailors on Foot | 26 |
| [IV ] | The Girl at the Inn | 35 |
| [V ] | Sir John Bristol | 45 |
| [VI ] | The Rose of Devon | 57 |
| [VII ] | The Ship's Liar | 75 |
| [VIII ] | Storm | 83 |
| [IX ] | The Master's Guest | 94 |
| [X ] | Between Midnight and Morning | 101 |
| [XI ] | Head Winds and a Rough Sea | 108 |
| [XII ] | The Porcupine Ketch | 120 |
| [XIII ] | A Bird to Be Limed | 137 |
| [XIV ] | A Wonderful Excellent Cook | 144 |
| [XV ] | A Lonesome Little Town | 158 |
| [XVI ] | The Harbour of Refuge | 171 |
| [XVII ] | Will Canty | 182 |
| [XVIII ] | Tom Jordan's Mercy | 192 |
| [XIX ] | A Man Seen Before | 198 |
| [XX ] | A Prize for the Taking | 208 |
| [XXI ] | Ill Words Come True | 215 |
| [XXII ] | Back to the Inn | 231 |
| [XXIII ] | And Old Sir John | 237 |
| [XXIV ] | And Again the Rose of Devon | 242 |
THE DARK FRIGATE
[CHAPTER I]
FLIGHT
Philip Marsham was bred to the sea as far back as the days when he was cutting his milk teeth, and he never thought he should leave it; but leave it he did, once and again, as I shall tell you.