im holding up. It seemed large enough to contain two
separate notes. And if not these, there should at least be a postscript
with special reference to themselves.

Daughters of Eve, they are not long before approaching the subject, and
drawing Don Gregorio.

Yes; there is something said about them in the letter. He communicates
it:

"_Parting compliments to the senoritas_!"

CHAPTER FORTY ONE.

THE LAST LOOK.

"Up anchor!"

The order rings along the deck of the _Crusader_, and the men of the
watch stand by the windlass to execute it.

That same morning, Crozier and Cadwallader, turning out of their cots,
heard with surprise the order for sending up the "Blue-Peter," as also
that the ship was to weigh anchor by twelve o'clock noon. Of course,
they were expecting it, but not so soon. However, the arrival of the
corvette explains all; an officer from the latter vessel having already
come on board the _Crusader_ with despatches from the flag-ship of the
Pacific Squadron.

These contain orders for the frigate to set sail for the Sandwich
Islands without delay; the corvette to replace her on the San Francisco
station.

The despatch-bearer has also brought a mail; and the _Crusader's_ people
get letters--home-news, welcome to those who have been long away from
their native land; for she has been three years cruising in the South
Sea.

Something more than mere news several of her officers receive. In large
envelopes, addressed to them, and bearing the British Admiralty seal,
are documents of peculiar interest--commissions giving them promotion.

Among the rest, one reaches Edward Crozier, advancing him a step in
rank. His ability as an officer has been reported at headquarters; as
also his gallant conduct in having saved a sailor's life--rescued him
from drowning--that sailor Harry Blew. In all probability this has
obtained him his promotion; but whatever the cause, he will leave San
Francisco a _lieutenant_.

There are few officers, naval or military, who would not feel favoured
and joyous at such an event in their lives. And so might Edward Crozier
at any other time. But it has not this effect now. On the contrary, as
the white canvas is being spread above his head, there is a black shadow
upon his brow, while that of Cadwallader is alike clouded.

It is not from any regret either feels at leaving California; but
leaving it under circumstances that painfully impress them. The
occurrences of