Suddenly the moon beamed forth.
“Hillo! Why, what is that?” exclaimed Esse.
We all eagerly looked out. A little on the starboard-bow, the rays of the bright luminary fell upon the white canvas of a tall ship standing across our course.
“She’s a man-of-war, or I am a Dutchman!” exclaimed Kiddle, “and a frigate too.”
“Perhaps she is the Orion herself, after all,” cried Esse. “Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!”
Chapter Twenty Two.
Directly the crew of the prow discovered the frigate they lowered the sails, and getting out the oars, began to pull her head round in the direction of the wind’s eye. At that moment, however, the chase had got close to the frigate.
“She is telling her what sort of gentry we are, and depend upon it she will be after us directly,” said Kiddle.