wait
till I'm dead, for I can't turn myself just now."

"It shall be attended to," replied Courtenay.

"And, Mr Courtenay, remember me to the captain."

"Is there any thing else?" continued Courtenay, who perceived that the
man was sinking rapidly.

"Nothing--nothing, sir," replied Robinson, very, faintly. "Good-bye,
God bless you, sir; I'm going fast now."

"But Robinson," said Courtenay, in a low soothing voice, bending nearer
to him, "tell me, my good fellow--I am not the least angry--tell me, why
did you call me _Little Bilious_?"

The man turned his eyes up to him, and a smile played upon his features,
as if he was pleased with the idea of disappointing the curiosity of his
officer. He made no answer--his head fell back, and in a few seconds he
had breathed his last.

"Poor fellow--he is gone!" said Courtenay, with a deep sigh, as he rose
up from the body. "Never answered my question, too--Well," continued
he, as he walked slowly aft, "now that's what I consider to be most
excessively annoying."

By this time, the privateer had been towed under the stern of the
frigate, and a hawser was sent on board to secure her astern. Price and
the other officers returned on board, where they were well received by
Captain M---, who thanked them for their exertions. The wounded had
been some time under the hands of Macallan, and fresh crews having been
ordered into the boats, they returned to the privateer. The hatches
were taken off and the prisoners removed to the frigate.

The name of the prize was the _Estelle_, of two hundred tons burthen,
mounting fourteen guns, and having on board, at the commencement of the
attack, her full complement of one hundred and twenty-five men.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

Many with trust, with doubt few are undone.
LORD BROOK.

Doubt wisely: in strange way
To stand inquiring right, is not to stray;
To run wrong, is.
DONNE.

When the hatches were taken off on board of the privateer, the
prisoners, as they came up, were handed into the boats. Jerry stood at
the hatchway, with his cutlass in his hand, making his sarcastic remarks
upon them as they appeared. A short interval had elapsed, after it was
supposed that everybody had come from below, when a tall, thin
personage, in the dress of a landsman, crawled up the hatchway.

"Halloo!" cried Jerry; "Mr Longtogs, who have we here? Why, he must be
the _padre_. I say, mounseer, _je_ very much suspect, _que vous e