"Ahoy, where away?"
"Three points on your weather bow—starboard your helm, and you'll be on us."
"Ay, ay."
In a very short time the shipwrecked crew stood on the deck of the privateer Raker, which, attracted by the light of their burning brig, had varied somewhat from its course, to render assistance if any were needed. Captain Greene and his men soon became acquainted with the history of the crew of the lost brig, and every attention was shown to them.
Captain Horton gave them a brief account of the pirate's assault, and the abduction of Julia.
"O Captain Greene, save my child, if possible. She is my only one," exclaimed Mr. Williams.
"Which way did she steer, Captain Horton?"
"She went off right before the wind, sir, and is not three hours ahead of us."
"Mr. Williams I will immediately give chase, and God grant that I may overtake the scoundrels."
"A father's thanks shall be yours, sir."