who was called the General, rising, and
marching with long strides towards the door of the cabin.

"Pause a moment," exclaimed the Rover; "what agent will you use?"

"Nightingale has the strongest head but one in the ship."

"He is too far gone already. I sent him ashore, to look about for any
straggling seamen who might like our service; and I found him in a tavern,
with all the fastenings off his tongue, declaiming like a lawyer who had
taken a fee from both parties Besides, he had a quarrel with one of these
very men, and it is probable they would get to blows in their cups."

"I will do it myself. My night-cap is waiting for me; and it is only to
lace it a little tighter than common."

The Rover seemed content with this assurance; for he expressed his
satisfaction with a familiar nod of the head. The soldier was now about to
depart, when he was again interrupted.

"One thing more, General; there is your captive."--

"Shall I make him drunk too?"

"By no means. Let him be conducted hither."

The General made an ejaculation of assent, and left the cabin. "It were
weak," thought the Rover as he resumed his walk up and down the apartment,
"to trust too much to an ingenuous face and youthful enthusiasm. I am
deceived if the boy has not had reason to think himself disgusted with the
world, and ready to embark in any romantic enterprise but, still, to be
deceived might be fatal therefore will I be prudent, even to excess of
caution. He is tied in an extraordinary manner to these two seamen I would
I knew his history. But all that will come in proper time. The men must
remain as hostages for his own return, and for his faith. If he prove
false, why, they are seamen;--and many men are expended in this wild
service of ours! It is well arranged; and no suspicion of any plot on our
part will wound the sensitive pride of the boy, if he be, as I would
gladly think, a true man."

Such was, in a great manner, the train of thought in which the Rover
indulged, for many minutes, after his military companion had left him. His
lips moved; smiles, and dark shades of thought, in turn, chased each other
from his speaking countenance, which betrayed all the sudden and violent
changes that denote the workings of a busy spirit within. While thus
engrossed in mind, his step became more rapid, and, at times, he
gesticulated a little extravagantly when he found himself, in a sudden
turn, unexpectedly confronted by a form that seemed to