“There is something, in all this assumed tranquillity, which might induce one to suspect the worst of her character. Is it known that any of her crew have had communication with the town, since her arrival?” “It is.” “I have heard that false colours have been seen on the coast, and that ships have been plundered, and their people and passengers maltreated, during the past summer. It is even thought that the famous Rover has tired of his excesses on the Spanish Main, and that a vessel was not long since seen in the Caribbean sea, which was thought to be the cruiser of that desperate pirate!” Wilder made no reply. His eyes, which had been fastened steadily, though respectfully, on those of the speaker, fell to the deck, and he appeared to await whatever her further pleasure might choose to utter. The governess mused a moment; and then, with a change in the expression of her countenance which proved that her suspicion of the truth was too light to continue without further and better confirmation, she added,— “After all, the occupation of a slaver is bad enough, and unhappily by far too probable, to render it necessary to attribute any worse character to the stranger. I would I knew the motive of your singular assertions, Mr Wilder?” “I cannot better explain them, Madam: unless my manner produces its effect, I fail altogether in my intentions, which at least are sincere.” “Is not the risk lessened by your presence?” “Lessened, but not removed.” Until now, Gertrude had rather listened, as if unavoidably, than seemed to make one of the party. But here she turned quickly, and perhaps a little impatiently, to Wilder, and, while her cheeks glowed she demanded, with a smile that might have brought even a more obdurate man to his confession,— “Is it forbidden to be more explicit?” The young Commander hesitated, perhaps as much to dwell upon the ingenuous features of the speaker, as to decide upon his answer. The colour mounted into his own embrowned cheek, and his eye lighted with a gleam of open pleasure; then, as though suddenly reminded that he was delaying to reply, he said,— “I am certain, that, in relying on your discretion, I shall be safe.” “Doubt it not,” returned Mrs Wyllys. “In no event shall you ever be betrayed.” “Betrayed! For myself, Madam, I have little fear. If you suspect me of personal apprehension you do me great injustice.” “We suspect you of nothing unworthy,” said Gertrude hastily, “but—we are very anxious for ourselves.” “Then will I relieve your uneasiness, though at the expense of”—— A call, from one of the mates to the other, arrested his words for the moment, and drew his attention to the neighbouring ship. “The slaver’s people have just found out that their ship is not made to put in a glass case, to be looked at by women and children,” cried the speaker in tones loud enough to send his words into the fore-top, where the messmate he addressed was attending to some especial duty.