ou see what can be done if men are resolute
and determined to fight. Some little difference between that affair and
this one, Tom."

"Did old Nesbitt die or recover?"

"I asked that question. He was doing well when my friend left. Somehow
or another no vital part was injured, and he has had many presents made
him for his gallant conduct, and the sergeant was well rewarded also.
Well, my pipe's out, and it's not far from midnight; I should think we
may just as well try for a little sleep, Tom, for perhaps we may not get
any for some time to come."

Bramble coiled himself up under the bulwark, I did the same; and in a
few minutes we both had forgotten whether we were in our beds at our
house at Deal or prisoners bound for the French coast.

At daylight the next morning Bramble roused me up.

"Here we are now, Tom! here's the French coast not four leagues from us;
but it's hazy, and I cannot make it out very clear; however, the sun
will soon drive all this away, and we shall have a fine day; but the
wind has gone down, and I think we shall have still less of it."

And so it proved; for, as the sun rose, the wind became very light, so
that we did not go through the water more than three knots. We were
looking at the coast, when the report of a gun saluted our ears. It was
from the privateer. We turned to that quarter, and found that there was
a cutter about two miles from the privateer, crowding all sail toward
us.

"Tom!" cried Bramble, "there's a chance for us yet--that's an English
privateer, and she will try to retake us for the sake of the salvage.
But here's a boat coming from the Frenchman--what can that be for?"

The boat rowed alongside of us, and out jumped the captain of the French
privateer with twenty of his best men, and the boat was then dropped
astern.

The Frenchman immediately cast loose the guns, went down for the powder,
and prepared for action.

"I see, Tom," said Bramble, "he's a clever fellow, this skipper. He
knows that this ship and cargo is worth a dozen of his little privateer,
and his object is to get her in--so he's come with all his best men on
board of us, leaving his first officer to make the best fight with the
privateer that he can. Well, he's right; and if it wasn't that I don't
like to go to prison, I wish he may succeed, for he has got sense as
well as courage, I think."

The ship was now kept away two points more, that she might go through
the water as fast as she could; a