Until now, the people of the “Dolphin” had made their observations on
the sail, that was growing so rapidly above the waters, according to
their several humours. Some had exulted in the prospect of a capture;
others, more practised in the ways of their Commander, had deemed the
probability of their coming in collision at all with the stranger a
point far from settled; while a few, more accustomed to reflection,
shook their heads as the stranger drew nigher, as if they believed he
was already within a distance that might be attended with too much
hazard. Still, as they were ignorant alike of those secret sources of
information which the chief had so frequently proved he possessed, to
an extent that often seemed miraculous, the whole were content
patiently to await his decision. But, when the cry above mentioned was
heard, it was answered by an activity so general and so cheerful, as to
prove it was entirely welcome. Order now followed order in quick
succession, from the mouth of Wilder, who, in virtue of his station,
was the proper executive officer for the moment.
As both lieutenant and crew appeared animated by the same spirit, it
was not long before the naked spars of the “Dolphin” were clothed in
vast volumes of spotless snow-white canvas. Sail had fallen after sail,
and yard after yard had been raised to the summit of its mast, until
the vessel bowed before the breeze, rolling to and fro, but still held
stationary by the position of her yards. When all was in readiness to
proceed, on whichever course might be deemed necessary, Wilder ascended
again to the poop, in order to announce the fact to his superior. He
found the Rover attentively considering the stranger, whose hull had by
this time risen out of the sea, and exhibited a long, dotted, yellow
line, which the eye of every man in the ship well knew to contain the
ports whence the guns that marked her particular force were made to
issue. Mrs Wyllys, accompanied by Gertrude, stood nigh, thoughtful, as
usual, but permitting no occurrence of the slightest moment to escape
her vigilance.
“We are ready to gather way on the ship,” said Wilder; “we wait merely
for the course.”
The Rover started, and drew closer to his subordinate before he gave an
answer. Then, looking him full and intently in the eye, he demanded,—
“You are certain that you know yon vessel, Mr Wilder?”
“Certain,” was the calm reply.
“It is a royal cruiser,” said the governess, with the swiftness of
thought.
“It is. I have already pronounced her to be so.”
“Mr Wilder,” resumed the Rover, “we will try her speed. Let the courses
fall, and fill your forward sails.”
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