row night at the back of the Isle. Let me see," continued the
man, taking out his watch; "mercy on me! how time has flown--that's the
scheedam. In a couple of hours we must weigh. I'll go up and see if
the wind holds in the same quarter. If you please, lieutenant, we'll
just drink success to the expedition. Well, that's prime stuff, I do
declare."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

IN WHICH THE CREW OF THE YUNGFRAU LOSE A GOOD PRIZE, AND SNARLEYYOW
LOSES HIS CHARACTER.

The next morning the Yungfrau was clear of St. Helen's, and sounding the
eastern part of the Isle of Wight, after which she made sail into the
offing, that she might not be suspected by those on shore waiting to
receive the cargo. The weather was fine, and the water smooth, and as
soon as she was well out, the cutter was hove-to. In the hurry of
weighing, Mr Vanslyperken had not thought, or had not known perhaps,
that the wife of Jemmy Ducks was still on board, and as he was turning
up and down on the quarter-deck, he perceived her on the forecastle,
laughing and talking with the men.

"What woman is that?" said he to Jansen, who was at the wheel.

"De frau, mynheer. Dat is de frau of Shimmy Duk."

"How dare she come on board? Send her aft here, marine." The marine
went forward and gave the order; and Jemmy, who expected a breeze, told
his wife to behave herself quietly. His advice did not, however, appear
to be listened to, as will be shown in the sequel.

"How came you on board, woman?" cried Vanslyperken, looking at her from
top to toe several times, as usual, with his hands in his great-coat
pockets, and his battered speaking trumpet under his arm.

"How did I come on board! why, in a boat to be sure," replied Moggy,
determined to have a breeze.

"Why did you not go on shore before the cutter sailed?" replied
Vanslyperken in an angry tone.

"Why, just for the contrary reason, because there was no boat."

"Well, I'll just tell you this, if ever I see you on board again, you'll
take the consequences," retorted Vanslyperken.

"And I'll just tell you this," replied Moggy; "if ever you come on shore
again you shall take the consequences. I'll have you--I give you
warning. Flog my Jemmy, heh! my own dear, darling Jemmy." Hereupon
Moggy held out one arm bent, and with the palm of her other hand slapped
her elbow--"_There_!" cried she.

What Jemmy's wife meant by this sign, it is impossible for us to say;
but that it was a very significant