inia to the West Indies, and
that some times she went to England; that the captain of her was also
the owner, but where he came from, or what he was, they did not know,
except that he was a Virginian,--they believed so, for that he had a
tobacco estate there, which was carried on by his eldest son. He called
the captain a stingy, miserly fellow, who would sacrifice any man's life
to save a shilling, and that there were odd stories about him at James
Town.

I was well satisfied with my conversation with this man, as it assured
me that our lives would not be taken, and I had no fear of the result
upon my arrival at James Town, for, as I have mentioned before, Mr
Trevannion had vessels which sailed to that port, and I well recollected
the names of the parties to whom the vessel and cargo were consigned.

On the following day the captain of the brig, followed by his
ill-favoured son, came forward and looked at us as we sat in irons, upon
which I addressed him:

"You have put me in irons, Sir, when I threw myself upon your
protection. You have robbed us of our money to the amount of nearly 400
pounds, and you detain our other property. I now again desire that I
may be released. I offered to convince you that I was a person of
property, but you refused to listen to me. Now, Sir, I will tell you
that I am a partner in the house of Trevannion, at Liverpool, and that
we have vessels that trade between James Town and that port. Our
vessels are consigned to Messrs. Fairbrother and Wilcocks, of James
Town, and on my arrival I will soon prove that to you; and also not only
make you surrender the property you have robbed us of, but I will make
you smart pretty handsomely for your treatment of us; that you may
depend upon."

"Fairbrother and Wilcocks," muttered he; "confound the fellow. Oh,"
said he, turning to me, "you got the name of that firm from some ship
you have plundered and sunk, I suppose. No, no, that won't do,--old
birds are not to be caught with chaff."

"I believe you to have been a pirate yourself, if you are not one now,"
replied I; "at all events you are a thief and a paltry villain--but our
time will come."

"Yes, it will," said the captain of the xebeque; "and remember, you
scoundrel, if you can escape and buy off justice, you shall not escape
seven Portuguese knives,--mind you that."

"No, no," cried the Portuguese sailors; "stop till we are on shore, and
then come on shore if you dare."

"I say,