"Shall we keep on under canvas, sir?" "As long as the wind lasts," said Stump, closing the telescope and rolling off towards the saloon. Within a minute all hands were on deck. The corporate life of a small ship is closely knit. The word had gone round that a gunboat was in pursuit, and every one wanted to see her. Mr. Fenshawe and Baron von Kerber stood apart. The older man was visibly annoyed by this new instance of Italian interference. Royson, pacing the tiny bridge, caught an occasional glimpse of the millionaire's emphatic gestures. The Austrian was more sallow than usual, but that might be the result of his unpleasant experiences on the previous day. Irene came to the bridge. Though she knew that none except the captain might converse with the officer on duty, she whispered timidly: "They won't fire at us, Mr. Royson, will they?" He smiled reassuringly. The tremor in her voice was delightful. It made him forget that wretched ring for a moment. "No, that is not to be feared, Miss Fenshawe. My experience of the sea is no greater than your own, but you may be sure the Italians will follow the rules. If they really wish to overhaul us they will fly a signal soon." The warship was traveling sixteen knots an hour, the _Aphrodite_ seven, so the chase did not last long. About one o'clock the green, white, and red ensign of Italy fluttered to the end of the pursuing vessel's foreyard, where it could be seen most easily; under it were shown the red and white striped code signal, and the "J" flag, which latter, in the language of the seas means, "Stop; I 'have something important to communicate." The British ensign was run up, followed by the answering pennant, the mainsail was lowered, the foresail backed, and the yacht was brought to, while the Italian ship, which was made out to be the _Cigno_, came on rapidly. Mrs. Haxton approached Stump and whispered in his ear. "Quite right, ma'am," he nodded. He walked forward and looked at the crew, mustered in full strength in the fore part. "Every man, 'cept those on watch, go below,", he growled, "an' mind you keep there, with al ports closed, until I ax you to show your ugly mugs on deck." They obeyed in sulky silence, though they appreciated the reason of the order. Hence, when, the _Cigno_ stopped her panting engines abreast of the _Aphrodite_, there were many more pairs of eyes watching from the yacht than the Italian captain reckoned on. The warship lowered a boat. Something went wrong with the gear, the after block jammed, the boat fell and dangled from her davits bows first, and an officer and half a dozen men were thrown into the sea. They were soon rescued, but the mishap did not tend to sweeten the temper of the _Cigno's_ commander. A dry officer and crew were requisitioned, and the boat was pulled alongside the yacht. Stump, with a malicious grin on his face, leaned over the starboard rail. "Wot is it?" he demanded. "Have you lost yer bearin's?"