ooking man,
with grizzled hair and beard, a fleshy red projecting nose, and two
little gray eyes, which twinkled out from under huge brindled brows.
His long thin face was laced and seamed with wrinkles, crossing and
recrossing everywhere, but fanning out in hundreds from the corners of
his eyes. It was set in an unchanging expression, and as it was of the
same colour all over, as dark as the darkest walnut, it might have been
some quaint figure-head cut out of a coarse-grained wood. He was clad
in a blue serge jacket, a pair of red breeches smeared at the knees with
tar, clean gray worsted stockings, large steel buckles over his coarse
square-toed shoes, and beside him, balanced upon the top of a thick
oaken cudgel, was a weather-stained silver-laced hat. His gray-shot
hair was gathered up behind into a short stiff tail, and a seaman's
hanger, with a brass handle, was girded to his waist by a tarnished
leather belt.

De Catinat had been too occupied to take notice of this singular
individual, but Amos Green gave a shout of delight at the sight of him,
and ran forward to greet him. The other's wooden face relaxed so far as
to show two tobacco-stained fangs, and, without rising, he held out a
great red hand, of the size and shape of a moderate spade.

"Why, Captain Ephraim," cried Amos in English, "who ever would have
thought of finding you here? De Catinat, this is my old friend Ephraim
Savage, under whose charge I came here."

"Anchor's apeak, lad, and the hatches down," said the stranger, in the
peculiar drawling voice which the New Englanders had retained from their
ancestors, the English Puritans.

"And when do you sail?"

"As soon as your foot is on her deck, if Providence serve us with wind
and tide. And how has all gone with thee, Amos?"

"Right well. I have much to tell you of."

"I trust that you have held yourself apart from all their popish
devilry."

"Yes, yes, Ephraim."

"And have had no truck with the scarlet woman."

"No, no; but what is it now?"

The grizzled hair was bristling with rage, and the little gray eyes were
gleaming from under the heavy tufts. Amos, following their gaze, saw
that De Catinat was seated with his arm round Adele, while her head
rested upon his shoulder.

"Ah, if I but knew their snip-snap, lippetty-chippetty lingo! Saw one
ever such a sight! Amos, lad, what is the French for 'a shameless
hussy'?"

"Nay, nay, Ephraim. Surely one may see such a sight, a