British cruisers were a greater bugbear to American vessels than pirates, and Captain Parson kept a constant lookout for them.
On the afternoon of an Autumnal day, when he found himself becalmed off a small island not down on the chart, the skipper felt no little uneasiness. He paced his deck impatiently, occasionally turning his eye to every quarter, surveying the horizon for some sign of a gale of wind.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown," he called to his mate.
"Aye, aye, sir," answered Mr. Brown, hurrying forward.
"Mr. Brown, look across that point of land sou-west the island--get your glass."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
The mate ran and got his glass. He came back to the captain and leveled it in the direction indicated by the captain.
"Do you see anything?"
"I do, sir."
"What is it?"