The office of Jean La Tour was near the water front, and was a dusty, cobwebbed, low-ceilinged place, indeed. La Tour was seated at a broad, flat, green-covered table, carefully docketing some items of his traffic in a book, when the three pulled up, threw themselves from their horses and came stamping in upon him. Upon hearing their business, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands wide. “I am afraid that it is too late,” said he. “The gentleman engaged the Montespan some days ago, by agent; he paid me the balance of the charter money a short time ago--less than an hour, perhaps--and is now on his way out of the harbor for all I know.” Longsword, when Ethan translated the shipping-agent’s words, uttered a cry of anger. “The fox is gone,” said he; “and he’s gone for good unless we can follow him to sea.” “And that is the very thing that we will do,” cried Ethan, his face flushed with determination. He turned to La Tour and said, “We want a vessel, the swiftest at your command, and we want it at once. Name your price.” Once more the agent shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands. “Impossible,” he said. “I have not a vessel in port at this time that would be of any sort of service to you.” Then he added with a cheerful air of resignation, “It is most unfortunate, for I can see that you are very anxious to overtake this gentleman. But I hardly think you can do so, for there is no other ship owner in Brest who would risk his vessels putting to sea at this time. The English are as thick as herrings in the channel.” “No ship!” said Ethan, blankly. “No, not one,” answered La Tour. “You are mistaken there,” spoke Captain McHale; “there is a small bit of a lugger wid eight four pounders in her and as much speed as can be found anywhere.” He turned to Ethan and continued, eagerly, “If ye want the Erin, Mister Carlyle, she’s at your service, and welcome.” Ethan wrung the speaker’s hand. “Thank you,” said he. “This is very good of you, indeed.” “Don’t speak of it,” answered McHale. “But to horse and let’s be off to where the lugger is tied up.” As they climbed into their saddles Longsword asked, “How soon can you be ready to put to sea?” “The minute I put me foot upon the deck, my lads will be ready to cast off. The secret of the lugger’s success is in her always being ready.” A sharp quick gallop of a quarter of an hour brought them to the wharf where the Erin was moored. She was a trim looking three-master and the length of the yards showed that her spread of canvas would be immense for her tonnage. Ethan hurriedly made arrangements for the return of the horses to their owner, and then followed the two Irishmen on board the Erin.