The two ladies kept their posts, walking the deck, and every now and then stopping and eyeing us--taking our distance, I thought. We were rapidly decreasing it, however, and to me it appeared that the chase had very little chance of escaping. I must own that I was now doubly anxious to come up with her. All sorts of romantic ideas came crowding into my imagination, and I quite forgot that, after all, the petticoats might belong to the skipper's double-fisted wife and rosy-cheeked, loud-voiced daughter. Still, whatever they were, I would not for worlds have run the risk of hurting them. As time sped away the more eager did I become to solve the problem. When my eye began to ache with watching the chase, Nol took the glass. I had had my breakfast brought on deck. I ate my dinner there also. I was just washing down the cold salt junk and biscuit with a glass of rum and water, when Grampus exclaimed-- "The petticoats has wapperated, sir--that they has." I jumped up, overturning my glass of swizzle, and putting the helm to starboard, sung-- "Fire away, but high, my lads--take care, now." Grampus had handed me the glass and hurried to a gun. Never was there a better marksman. His eye coolly glanced along the iron tube. He fired. The schooner's fore-yard was shot away in the slings, and directly afterwards her fore-top-mast went tumbling over her bows. "Hurrah!" shouted Nol, "we've got her now, my lads." I watched through my glass. The females did not return on deck. I only hoped that they were not frightened at the mischief we had committed. The chase was now a complete wreck aloft. Still her ensign was kept flying at her peak. Just, however, as I was about to yaw once more, it was hauled down, and she was luffed up into the wind. We were very soon up with her. Heaving-to just to windward of her, I ordered a boat to be lowered, and, with Tom Rockets and two other hands, pulled aboard. I directed Grampus to keep a very sharp watch on the movements of the schooner, should I go below, for the rebels were up to so many tricks that it was necessary to be prepared for them. As I stepped on the deck of the prize, I was met by a man whom I took to be the master. He was a tall, lank man, and one of the most melancholy-looking beings I ever beheld. I looked round for the females. "If they belong to our thread-paper friend here, the chances are that their attractions are but small," I thought to myself. Still I was very curious to see them. "Well, Mr Officer," said the master, without giving me time to speak, "if it's any satisfaction to you, you'll understand that you've ruined a hard-working man with a large family by this capture, and frightened nearly to death two females aboard here." He spoke in a slow, drawling tone, but there was something in it which made me fully believe him. "It cannot be helped. I do but my duty," I answered.