View of Gibraltar from the Bay.
The sails were gradually got off the brig, and she had but little way on when her anchor was dropped, a cable's length from the end of the Mole. Scarcely had she brought up when a boat shot out from the end of the pier.
"Hooray!" Bob shouted. "There are my sister, and Gerald."
"I thought as much," the captain said. "We hoisted our number, as soon as we came round the point; and the signal station, on the top of the Rock, would send down the news directly they made out our colours."
"Well, Bob, it gave me quite a turn," his sister said, after the first greetings were over, "when we saw how the sails were all patched, and everyone said that the ship must have been in action. I was very anxious, till I saw your head above the bulwarks."
"Yes, we have been in a storm, and a fight, and we came pretty near being taken. Did you get out all right?"
"Yes, we had a very quiet voyage."
The captain then came up, and was introduced.
"I have a box or two for you, madam, in addition to your brother's kit. Mr. Bale sent them down, a couple of days before we sailed.