"The time may come when you may think differently. But good-bye, my lad; I hope you will enjoy yourself and come back safe," answered Owen, as Gerald sprang on board. The lieutenant gazed with eager eyes towards the windows of the large house overlooking the river, where he could see a white handkerchief waving to him. Two or three more years might pass before he could again press the hand lately clasped in his, and it was a hard matter for him just then to keep up his spirits. Soon after the boat returned on board, the anchor was hove up, and the _Champion_, under all sail, stood to the south-west. In the evening Mr Ferris desired to see Owen. "My partners and I have given you charge of the _Ouzel Galley_, Captain Massey, and we trust that you will be as devoted to our interests as your predecessor has been," he said, giving Owen for the first time the title of captain. "Having undergone a thorough refit, we hope that she will require no fresh repairs for some time to come. We intend to insure her among our friends in Dublin, and they, knowing her good qualities and your careful character, would be ready to underwrite her at a moderate premium considering the war risk." "You may rely on my taking the best care I possibly can of the ship," answered Owen, "and, as she has (I may say it without fear) a fair pair of heels, on my keeping clear of every enemy I may sight." "That is what we wish, Mr Massey," said Mr Ferris. "We don't want men who will run their noses into danger; and true courage and seamanship will best be shown in your case by cleverly escaping from your foes. You will get the ship ready for sea as soon as possible, and take your cargo on board, and we will then send you further directions from Dublin." Owen took leave of his employer and returned home. The next day Mr Ferris, accompanied by Ellen, proceeded to Dublin. Norah's day of trial came at length. She ought not to have complained, as she had enjoyed Owen's society for some months. The _Ouzel Galley_ having shipped her cargo, chiefly of salt provisions, and other produce of the fertile south of Ireland, hauled out into the stream. Her old captain, with Norah and Mrs Massey, went on board to bid farewell to Owen, and proceeded down the river till she had crossed the bar, when Captain Tracy took Owen by the hand. "Heaven speed you, my boy!" he said. "May He who guarded me through the many dangers of the ocean take care of you, and bring you back in safety to those who will ever give you a loving welcome! And now, the shorter you cut the parting with those two the better."