a little saddened to see the other signal--the
"Blue-Peter;" since it tells him he may not have an opportunity to take
a more formal leave of his friends of the frigate, which he designed
doing. He longs to make known to Mr Crozier and the midshipman the
result of his application to the captain of the Chilian ship, and
receive the congratulations of the young officers on his success; but
now it may be impossible to communicate with them, by the _Crusader_ so
soon leaving port.

He has half a mind to put off for the frigate in the _Condor's_ gig,
into which he has got. But Captain Lantanas might, meanwhile, be
wanting both him and the boat.

All at once, in the midst of his dilemma, he sees that which promises to
help him out of it,--a small boat putting off from the frigate's sides,
and heading right for the pier.

As it draws nearer, he can tell it to be the dingy.

There are three men in it--two rowers and a steersman.

As it approaches the pier-head, Harry recognises the one in the
stern-sheets, whose bright ruddy face is turned towards him.

"Thank the Lord for such good luck!" he mutters. "It's Mr
Cadwallader!"

By this the dingy has drawn near enough for the midshipman to see and
identify him; which he does, exclaiming in joyful surprise:

"By Jove! it's Blew himself! Hallo there, Harry! You're just the man
I'm coming ashore to see. Hold, starboard oar! Port oar, a stroke or
two! Way enough!"

In a few seconds, the dingy is bow on to the gig; when Harry, seizing
hold of it, brings the two boats side by side, and steadies them.

"Glad to see ye again, Master Willie. I'd just sighted the frigate's
signal for sailin', an' despaired o' havin' the chance to say a last
word to yourself, or Mr Crozier."

"Well, old boy; it's about that I've come ashore. Jump out; and walk
with me a bit along the wharf."

The sailor drops his oar, and springs out upon the pier, the young
officer preceding him.

When sufficiently distant from the boats to be beyond earshot of the
oarsmen, Cadwallader resumes speech:

"Harry; here's a letter from Mr Crozier. He wants you to deliver it at
the address you'll find written upon it. To save you the necessity of
inquiring, I can point out the place it's to go to. Look along shore.
You see a house--yonder on the top of the hill?"

"Sartinly, I see it, Master Willie; and know who lives theer. Two o'
the sweetest creeturs in all Californey. I s'pose the letter be fo