"Is ut the Moro Rochk? Faix, I don't know ut be soight; Oi've niver been introjuiced," said Felix, as he took the wheel. "It is the first point you come to, about eight miles ahead." Felix knew it when he came to it, and the course was then a point more to the north. The Fatimé did not change her direction till she was within a mile of the Tarifa lighthouse, and the ship's company of the Maud had imbibed a certain contempt for her, handsome as she was. Carnero Point was passed, and Felix was directed to run directly for the light on the New Mole, which was illuminated though it was not yet dark. Louis had his watch in hand when the Maud ran alongside of the Guardian-Mother, and it was quarter of seven. "You have made good time!" called Captain Ringgold. "What steamer is that coming over from Carnero Point?" "Rush on board of the ship, and tell the captain all about it, Louis!" cried Scott, as soon as the Maud was abreast of the gangway. Louis leaped upon the steps, and hastened up to the deck, confronting the commander on the rail. "Is it possible that you have come back without an adventure?" demanded Captain Ringgold, as he grasped the hand of his owner. "No, sir; it is not possible," replied Louis, as they stepped down upon the deck. "You asked what steamer that was coming in from Carnero Point?" "I did; do you know her?" And Louis could see that the commander wore an anxious look on his face. "I do know her, for she has been chasing us for the last three hours. She is the Grand Mogul's steam-yacht, the Fatimé," replied Louis. "Chasing you? Then how in the world did you get away from her?" demanded the captain, with a heavy frown upon his brow. "We ran into shoal water and gained a mile and a half on her; but Captain Scott can tell you all about that better than I can. He managed exceedingly well, sir." "Did I understand you to say, Louis, that the steamer approaching was the Fatimé?" asked Mr. Woolridge, putting his hand on the young man's shoulder, for he had been seated near the gangway smoking his cigar, and had overheard the report made to the captain. Louis looked at the commander, but made no reply. "I am sorry to say that it is the Fatimé," added Captain Ringgold. "But you need not be concerned in the least about the Pacha, for he shall not put his Morocco shoes on the deck of this ship, Mr. Woolridge;" and he spoke in such a decided tone that the father of the beautiful Blanche was immediately reassured. In a few minutes, and before the Grand Mogul's steamer had reached her anchorage, it was known that Ali-Noury Pacha had arrived; for some of them recognized the vessel, and Mr. Woolridge and the captain could not deny her identity when the question was put to them. Mrs. Woolridge was much disturbed, and Dr. Hawkes took charge of her. With the commander's assurance that the Pacha should not come on board of the ship, he succeeded in quieting her.