"Whether he does or does not, see he is edging down towards us again, to make us out more clearly," said Captain Pinto. "Beat to quarters; should he prove no friend, which I much doubt, we will be prepared for him." As he spoke, a small ball was seen to ascend to the peak of the stranger, and the blue banner of Morocco, with its crescent emblem, flew out in a broad sheet to the blast. "Ah, I know the rascal now," continued the Captain, "he is a Salee rover, the greatest miscreant that ever sailed the ocean--with a crew that will not fight except they fancy themselves secure of conquering, and then show very little of a victor's mercy. Slavery or death is the only fate those they capture must expect at their hands." While Captain Pinto was speaking, the two ships were drawing near each other. The Salee rovers of those days were strongly armed ships, fitted out by the piratical states of Algiers, Tripoli, Tunis, and the town of Salee, and other places on the north coast of Africa, their crews composed of robbers, murderers, and malefactors of every description, chiefly the refuse of the Levant, and of every nation under the sun, though calling themselves Turks. Their hands were against every man, and every man's hand was against them; they revelled in blood and slaughter, and mercy or any tender feelings of our nature was a stranger to their hearts. As they seldom fought, except in the hopes of booty, they were feared by all the mercantile navies in the world (for their depredations extended far beyond the straits of Gibraltar); and all the European governments succumbed, in the most extraordinary way, to their tyrannical power, actually paying tribute to be free from their impositions. All hands on board regarded anxiously the approaching pirate, though with less apprehension now that they knew with whom they had to contend. "I knew all along that the devil had something to do with that vessel," cried the old Pilot, in rather an exulting tone. "If ever demons inhabit human forms, they dwell in those wretches who compose her crew; and let us thank the saints that we have a good ship and plenty of guns to defend ourselves, or we should not see another day." "He thinks that we are no Portuguese, but one of the cruisers of Naples, or perhaps of his holiness the Pope," said the first Lieutenant, "or he would not show so daring a front to us."