This led to an exchange of reminiscences of privateer-hunting during the American war, when both were young in the service. Meanwhile Dick felt uncomfortable. What if the larger vessel he had lately seen was this very privateer, the _Aimable Vertu_? In that case it was no question of smuggling, but of piracy. He felt that he ought at least to mention the matter, yet hesitated to speak without consulting his father. By-and-by there came an opportunity of speaking to him privately. While Mr. Mildmay was conversing with Mrs. Trevanion, Dick slipped to the Squire’s side and told him in a sentence or two what he had seen. "Mildmay," cried the Squire, "hark to this. Dick tells me that an hour or more ago he saw a strange three-master in the bay. She lowered a couple of boats, but recalled ’em, and sailed away westward. D’ye think she’s the privateer?" "Dash my bones, Dick," cried the lieutenant, starting up, "why on earth didn’t you speak before? Oh! I see—I see; I won’t reproach you; but I’ll be as mad as a hatter if ’tis the rascal and she gets away. Good night to you all; you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Trevanion. Oh, you young dog!" He shook his fist at Dick, and hurried from the room. CHAPTER THE SECOND John Trevanion Returns Home About half-an-hour before Mr. Mildmay left the Squire’s supper-table so hurriedly, a man laboured up the last few feet of the winding path leading from the beach of St. Cuby’s Cove to the cliff-top, which he gained at a point rather more than half-a-mile from the spot where Dick and Sam had previously ascended. He was a tall man, his build and figure indicating a capacity for lithe and rapid movement, so that the heaviness of his gait was probably due solely to the size and weight of the leathern trunk he carried. Like Sam Pollex, he paused for a moment on reaching the top to recover his breath and mop his brow; then, shouldering his trunk, he struck into a narrow footpath that led over the cliff. It branched into two after a few yards, the right-hand branch going direct to the Towers, the left-hand running away from the sea to join a rough, ill-made road which led past the gate of the Towers to the village.