"Do as you like; but it will be rousing him up to little purpose," said the old man. "The chances are, that the next time we see her, she will be right ahead, with all her canvass set, coming down upon us." The lieutenant was just descending to the main-deck, when at that instant a cry of surprise from one of the young midshipmen arrested him, and the stranger was perceived dashing after them, as she emerged from the obscurity, her white canvass gleaming brightly, as it reflected the flashes of lightning. He hastened down to call the captain, who, at the first summons, rushed on deck, where he was soon joined by his young passenger. "I did not expect to see yonder stranger where he now is," said the pilot, as, the captain joining him on the poop, he pointed out the phantom-looking ship; "and, for the life of me, I cannot make him out; but I think no good of him. He is more likely to be a foe than a friend to any mortal cruisers." "Whether he be friend or foe, he seems at all events in a great hurry to speak us," exclaimed the Captain; "but methinks his speaking-trumpets will not be of much avail in a hurricane like this; why, the spirit of the storm laughs all human efforts to naught; and I should have thought he could scarcely have distinguished our bare poles through this inky darkness." "Those on board her don't require any night glasses to see their prey," said the old Pilot, gloomily; "they scent it from afar, as the vulture does a carcass." "Whether he can see us or not, here he comes," shouted the Captain. "Beat to quarters--we will be prepared for him. Topmen, ready aloft. We will make sail, if necessary," he added, turning to Senhor Nunez; "but he is, probably, one of our fire-eating friends, an Englishman, who will never let a ship on the high seas escape their scrutiny, in the hopes of finding an enemy worth engaging." "I don't think he belongs to any nation that carries a flag," answered Senhor Nunez, piously crossing himself, "and I have been vowing two wax candles to our Lady of Belem, to be bought out of my arrears of pay, if she will shield us from all the powers of darkness." "Our blessed Lady protect us from such!" said the Captain; "but I think we shall have none but mortal enemies to contend with in yonder ship." The men, in the meantime, went steadily to their quarters; and now that there was considerable danger to be incurred, their tongues were kept in silence, their ears ready to catch any orders that might follow, though they fully shared in the old pilot's ideas as to the supernatural character of the ship in sight. "Let every alternate gun be run out on the starboard side, Senhor Alvez," said the Captain; "we cannot fight our entire battery in a sea like this; and a few well-handled guns will do more work than a whole broadside ill served; but I do not surmise we shall be brought to that pass. She will scarcely wish to fight us, and I have no intention of attacking her till I know what she is."