"However," as Jack observed, "at all events we shall make the Spanish coast, and then we must run down it to Gibraltar: I don't care--I understand navigation much better than I did." The next morning they found themselves with a very light breeze, under a high cape, and, as the sun rose, they observed a large vessel in-shore, about two miles to the westward of them, and another outside, about four miles off.

Mesty took the glass and examined the one outside, which, on a sudden, had let fall all her canvas, and was now running for the shore, steering for the cape under which Jack's vessel lay.

Mesty put down the glass.
"Massa Easy--I tink dat de Harpy." One of the seamen took the glass and examined her, while the others who stood by showed great agitation.
"Yes, it is the Harpy," said the seaman.

"Oh! Mr Easy, will you forgive us ?" continued the man, and he and the others fell on their knees.

"Do not tell all, for God's sake, Mr Easy." Jack's heart melted; he looked at Mesty.