"How long do you think it will last, sir?"
"Two or three days."
"Will it be any worse, sir?"
"Not likely to be. It is taking us along rarely, and it is doing us good in more ways than one.
"Look there;" and as they rose on a wave, he pointed across the water, behind Dick.
The lad turned, and saw a brig running parallel to their course, half a mile distant.
"What of her, sir?"
"That is a French privateer, unless I am greatly mistaken."
"But she has the British ensign flying, sir."
"Ay, but that goes for nothing. She may possibly be a trader, on her way down to the Guinea coast, but by the cut of her sails and the look of her hull, I have no doubt that she is a Frenchman."