"I see it; and perhaps that explains why we have run away from her," replied Scott. "When we first discovered her she was just going into port, and, as the engineer had ordered his men to let the fires down in the furnaces, she was going very slowly. She had not steam enough to enable her to keep up with us. But as soon as the Pacha told his captain to chase the Maud, they began to shovel in the coal." "That explains it all right," added Louis. "I would give ten cents out of my own pocket to know how much water that steamer draws," continued Captain Scott, who was still gazing intently at the chart. "I have not the least idea. She is two hundred tons less in burden than the Guardian-Mother, if that will give you any idea," replied Louis. "Perhaps Felipe knows something about it. Flix, stand by the engine and ask the engineer to come to the pilot-house." "I'll do that same. I'll stand by the engine while Felipe comes here, and see that no one runs away with it while he is gone; but that is all I can do," replied the Milesian, as he went aft. The Spaniard was shovelling in more coal at the furnaces when Felix went into the engine-room. He had been ordered to get up all the speed he could on the boat, but he had not been informed in regard to the occasion of this hurry. He promptly obeyed the summons of the captain. When he came to the door of the pilot-house he turned to enter, and then, for the first time, he discovered the Pacha's yacht astern of the Maud. "La Fatimé!" he exclaimed, aghast at the sight of her, as he retreated in absolute terror. "_Verdaderamente_" (Truly), added Louis. "But don't you be alarmed." "The Pacha will put me in the prison!" gasped poor Felipe. "Not a bit of it!" protested Captain Scott. "You belong to the Guardian-Mother, and Captain Ringgold will protect you." It required some minutes to overcome the tribulation of the Spanish engineer. He had obtained an interior view of Mohammedan institutions, and he had a mortal terror of being restored to the service of his former master. "We must run away from him, Felipe," said the captain. "I don't know," added the engineer, shaking his head to intensify his doubt. "Do you know how much water the Fatimé draws, Felipe?" asked Scott, as he looked through the back windows of the pilot-house over the promenade deck at the Pacha's steamer. "Draws?" queried Felipe, who did not comprehend the meaning of the question, as he looked to his instructor for further light. "_Ella no es caballo_" (She is not a horse). "How deep in the water does she set?" Louis interpreted the expression, and resorted to other paraphrases of the question till he made him understand it. "_Quince piés_" (Fifteen feet), he answered, directing his reply to his teacher. "Fifteen feet," repeated Louis to the captain.