Both were heard on board the Raker.
"Man overboard!" shouted the look-out.
"Woman overboard, you lubber," said a brother tar; "didn't you hear that screech?"
"Hard a port!"
"Hard a port 'tis."
"Right under the lee bow."
"Well, pitch over a rope whoever it is. What does this mean?" said Lieutenant Morris, as he approached the bows.
"Can't say, sir—some deviltry of the pirates, I reckon, to make us lose way."
"By heavens! it is a woman," cried the lieutenant, "let me throw that rope, we shall be on the boat in a minute. Hard a port!"
The rope, skillfully thrown by the young lieutenant, struck directly at the feet of Julia. With much presence of mind she gave it several turns around one of the oar-locks, and her boat was immediately hauled up to the side of the brig, without compelling the latter to slacken sail.