“He’ll sing a different song, sir,” said Roberts, “if he is on board.”
“If? Why, of course he’ll be on board; eh, Murray?”
“Most likely, sir; but won’t he be playing fox in some fresh way? He may be in hiding.”
“If he is he’ll come out when he finds a prize crew on board, and that his schooner is on its way to Capecoast Castle or the Cape. But I don’t see him, nor any of the sharp-looking fellows who formed his lugger’s crew.”
“No, sir,” said Murray, who was standing up shading his eyes with his hand. “I hope—”
The middy stopped short.
“Well, go on, sir,” cried the lieutenant—“hope what?”
“That we are not making a mistake.”
“Oh, impossible! There can’t be two of such schooners.”
“But we only had a glimpse of the other, sir, as she sailed down the river half hidden by the trees,” said Murray.