"Here is an opportunity for you to fetch up a good deal of leeway. Master Bolt," commenced the captain: "and I am willing to give you a chance to help yourself. You know where you last left the Few-Folly, I suppose?" "I don't know but I might, sir," answered Ithuel, rolling his eyes around him, curious to ascertain what the other would be at. "I don't know but I might remember, on a pinch, sir; though, to own the truth, my memory is none of the most desperate best." "Well, then where was it? Recollect that the life of your late friend, Raoul Yvard, may depend on your answer." "I want to know! Well, this Europe _is_ a curious part of the world, as all must admit that come from Ameriky. What has Captain Rule done now, sir, that he stands in such jeopardy?" "You know that he is convicted as a spy; and my orders are to have him executed, unless we can get his lugger. _Then_, indeed, we may possibly show him a little favor; as we do not make war so much on individuals as on nations." Cuffe would probably have been puzzled to explain the application of his own sentiment to the case before him; but, presuming on his having to deal with one who was neither very philosophical nor logical himself, he was somewhat indifferent to his own mode of proceeding, so that it effected the object. Ithuel, however, was not understood. Love for Raoul or the lugger, or, indeed, for anything else, himself excepted, formed no part of his character; while hatred of England had got to be incorporated with the whole of his moral system; if such a man could be said to have a moral system at all. He saw nothing to be gained by serving Raoul, in particular; though this he might have done did nothing interfere to prevent it; while he had so strong an aversion to suffering the English to get le Feu-Follet, as to be willing even to risk his own life to prevent it. His care, therefore, was to accomplish his purpose with the least hazard to himself. "And, if the lugger can be had, sir, you intend to let Captain Rule go?" he asked, with an air of interest. "Aye, we _may_ do that; though it will depend on the admiral. Can you tell us where you left her, and where she probably now is?" "Captain Rule has said the first already, sir. He told the truth about that before the court. But, as to telling where the lugger is now, I'll defy any man to do it! Why, sir, I've turned in at eight bells, and left her, say ten or fifteen leagues dead to leeward of an island or a lighthouse, perhaps; and on turning out at eight bells in the morning found her just as far to windward of the same object. She's as oncalculating a craft as I ever put foot aboard of." "Indeed!" said Cuffe, ironically; "I do not wonder that her captain's in a scrape." "Scrape, sir! The Folly is nothing _but_ a scrape. I've tried my hand at keeping her reck'nin'." "You!"