pretty little eyebrows just the
smallest morsel.

"Why, the boatswain of the Talisman, Dick Price, you know, who jumped
overboard to save Henry when he fell off the raft. Come, I'll point him
out."

So saying, Corrie edged his way through the crowd until he could see the
windlass. Here, seated on a mass of chain cable, sat a remarkably rugged
specimen of the British boatswain. He was extremely short, excessively
broad, uncommonly jovial, and remarkably hairy. He wore his round hat so
far on the back of his head that it was a marvel how it managed to hang
there, and smoked a pipe so black that the most powerful imagination
could hardly conceive of its ever having been white, and so short that
it seemed all head and no stem.

"That's him!" said Corrie, eagerly.

"Oh! is it?" replied Alice, with much interest.

"Hee! hee!" observed Poopy.

"Stand by to let go the anchor!" shouted Montague.

Instantly bustle and noise prevailed everywhere. The crew of the lost
frigate had started up on hearing the order, but having no stations to
run to, they expended the energy that had been awakened, in shuffling
about and opening an animated conversation in undertones.

Soon the schooner swept round the point that had hitherto shut out the
view of Sandy Cove, and a few minutes later the rattling of the chain
announced that the voyage of the Foam had terminated.

Immediately after, a boat was lowered, and Gascoyne was conveyed by a
party of marines to the shore, and lodged in the prison which had been
but recently occupied by our friend John Bumpus.

Mrs. Stuart had purposely kept out of the way when she heard of the
arrival of the Foam. She knew Gascoyne so well that she felt sure he
would succeed in recapturing his schooner. But she also knew that in
doing this he would necessarily release Montague from his captivity, in
which case it was certain that the pirate captain, having promised to
give himself up, would be led on shore a prisoner. She could not bear to
witness this; but no sooner did she hear of his being lodged in jail
than she prepared to visit him.

As she was about to issue from her cottage, Henry met her, and clasped
her in his arms. The meeting would have doubtless been a warmer one had
the mother known what a narrow escape her son had so recently had. But
Mrs. Stuart was accustomed to part from Henry for weeks at a time, and
regarded this return in much the same light as former home-comings,
except in so f