Isabel seemed struck with the missionary's melancholy tale. She rose and took the arm of the old seaman, who looked fondly into her face as she walked by his side. The moon had not risen, but there was a strong light over the sea, and before saying good night the girl gazed over the brig's stern at the dark line of forest land and the myriads of dancing fireflies. She then turned, but seemed struck with something. "I did not know that there were rocks in the bay," she said, pointing to the entrance. Captain Weber did not understand French, but his eye followed the direction of the girl's finger. There, sure enough, broad on the brig's starboard bow lay three black points looking like rocks, but rising and falling on the waves. Dropping the girl's arm, he ran forward. "Mr Lowe, turn the hands up, quickly and silently," he said, in a hoarse whisper; "arm the men at once. Look handy! The Malays are upon us." Volume 2, Chapter IV. SAINT AUGUSTINE'S BAY.--THE PIRATES. The "Halcyon," it will be remembered, was moored head and stern, but her bows did not point to the opening of the bay. A warp had been run from her starboard hawse-hole, and an anchor earned out far beyond the narrow entrance, so as to enable Captain Weber to cast his ship in that direction when he wished to sail. With his masts in the state they were, and the weather besides dead calm, it would have been a slow and tedious affair to move the brig from her anchorage. There were no boarding-nettings now she no longer belonged to the navy, and but for the missionary's warning, the "Halcyon" would have been wholly unprepared for resistance. Creeping aft, Captain Weber rejoined the party on the quarter-deck. Quietly and courteously he offered his arm to Dona Isabel, who, quite unconscious of what was passing, was still looking into the night. A glance at the entrance of the bay told him at once that the boats were concentrating for a dash, but it told him too that help was at hand, for several dark figures came tumbling up the hatchway. Carefully conducting the lady to her cabin, the old seaman raised his cap, uncovering his grey hair as he did so, and bade her good night. The next moment he was on deck, pointing out to the astonished passengers the danger. Mr Lowe stood by the arm-chest, concealed by the bulwarks, distributing the arms, and the whole crew were now alarmed. "See," said Captain Weber; "there, they separate. Yonder two boats will board on the brig's bows, the third on her quarter." "They are ready for the dash," replied the soldier, "and think us unprepared." "Creep forward and train the nine-pounder on them, Captain Hughes."