The captain sat poring over an Admiralty chart laid before him on the table. The old noble was dozing in one corner, the missionary communing with his own thoughts and Isabel and her lover talking in low tones. The roar of the wind was heard even in the cabin, the creaking of the ropes as the gale tore through them, and now and then a wave larger than common would break over the brig, deluging her decks. "Why don't you run for Delagoa Bay, captain?" said Hughes, as the seaman rose, placing his hand on the table to steady himself. "We are far to the southward of Delagoa Bay," replied he; "the only port available is Port Natal." "Then run for that," rejoined Hughes. "It's a nasty coast, and there is a bar there of which I am afraid. It was of this I was thinking; for some of those makeshift spars may leave us at any moment, and then I must lie-to." "Is the harbour dangerous at all times?" asked Hughes. "Most certainly not; but with an easterly gale there can be no communication with the shore. I do not know the harbour, and have never been there but once, which makes the attempt, if I am forced to it, the more dangerous." "But you have been there once, and consequently, with a seaman's instinct, know the place," said Hughes. "I will tell you how I know it, and what that knowledge is worth," said the captain, seating himself beside Isabel, "and then when I go on deck you can tell the story to Dona Isabel. She may be very anxious to set her pretty little foot on land, but hardly in the same way I did. Some years since I was first-mate of the brig `Vestal,' sailing under the command of Captain Bell. We dropped our anchor on Thursday morning, just off the bar, close to Port Natal. The following one it began to blow, and all that day the gale increased, just as this one has done, and from the same direction. Steward, just mix me a glass of grog. Will you join me, captain? Better had than wish you had. No--well, you have not to pass the night on deck, as I have--but to continue: All that unlucky Thursday the gale steadily increased, and the sea came rolling in mountains high. Near us lay a schooner called the `Little Nell,' and further to sea a steamer `The Natal.' This latter got up her steam, and under a full head went out. It was a glorious sight to see her as the waves swept her decks, and sometimes she seemed more under water than above it. The schooner parted from her anchors, and ran right across the bar, thumping heavily, but she was light, and managed to cross, though she stripped all the copper from her bottom, and had to be docked. Towards eight o'clock, our anchors parted too, and we drifted bodily in, the big waves pounding at our brig, and sweeping clean over us." "But why did you not try to run over the bar like the schooner?" asked Hughes.