sure Amanda will
never do another hateful thing to you."

"Captain Starkweather says he'll take me to Province Town to see his
boys some time," Frederick announced as the family gathered at the
supper table, "and Anne's father tells me that if I go to Salem
to-morrow I'll see ships that go to all parts of the world."

"That is true, my son," replied his father. "There's a ship now in Salem
just arrived from Cadiz with a load of salt, and another with tea and
silks from China. 'Twas great good fortune that they reached harbor
safely. They would have been a fine prize for some British ship."

The Freemans all went down to the wharf with Anne the next morning. The
fine portmanteau, filled with Anne's new clothing and with her gifts for
the Province Town friends, was placed carefully in the little cabin.
Captain Starkweather had already hoisted the sloop's mainsail, and gave
Anne a warm welcome as her father helped her on board.

"Good-bye, good-bye, dear Rose," Anne called back.

As the sloop swung off from the wharf and the little girl looked back
toward the friends who had been so kind to her there was a little mist
in her eyes.

"It's good luck indeed to have this favoring wind," said Captain
Starkweather, as the boat moved swiftly down the harbor. "I doubt not
Amanda Cary is on the beach already hoping we may have sailed at
midnight," and the Captain nodded smilingly toward Anne. "What are you
watching so sharply, John?" he asked, for Mr. Nelson, shading his eyes
with one hand, was watching a small schooner.

"Why, I'm wondering a bit about that schooner," he replied. "Her sails
were hoisted and her anchor up when we left the wharf, and she's kept
the same course. She couldn't be after us right in Boston harbor, but I
don't like her keeping so close."

"'Tis hard work to know friends from foes on land or sea these days,"
said Captain Starkweather a little anxiously. For several fishermen had
recently been captured by English vessels, the men taken to England,
and their boats kept by the captors.

"Hoist the jib, John," directed the captain. "We'll sail away from that
craft; I don't like her company."

Up went the jib, but the sloop did not increase the distance from the
schooner. Both boats had now left Boston harbor well behind them. The
sloop could not hope for any help now if the schooner really meant to
capture it.

"There are guns on that schooner," exclaimed John Nelson. "Go into the
cabin, Anne, an