"Ay, sir, fly like the wind, or faster than the wind. See, the Lively Bee is coming back."
"Bless you, Vernon!" exclaimed Tempest aloud, "you never deserted a friend yet."
"No, Mr. Tempest, and Harry Vernon never will. I can answer for that," said Scarron, thinking that his officer had spoken to him.
The night was coming on apace, and Tempest hoped that he might get near enough the shore before morning to make attack dangerous.
An hour passed, and the Lively Bee was within hailing distance.
"Is that the Macedonian?" asked Vernon.
"I think so, captain."
"Then we must show our heels, or go to Davy Jones' locker."
"That is just what I had ordered, sir. We must save the rich prize."