"Can you see her name?"
"I—wait a moment—yes, she is the Caroline, of Bristol."
"The Caroline, of Bristol? Are you sure?"
"Yes, quite so. Why?"
"She is worth two hundred thousand dollars to us. I know her cargo well. We must capture her."
"Can we?"
"We must. The Frolic is useless; the Poietiers has all she can do to look after her prisoners. Our opportunity will come."
"Captain, don't think me weak, but my heart beats most violently when I look at that brig; why, I know not."
"It is not weakness. You are as brave as a lion, Tempest; I know the feeling. The risk is great, the odds against us, but I have a presentiment we shall win."
"God grant it."