What was the name of yours ?" "A square-rigged schooner out of Bristol, painted green, with a white figurehead of a winged heathen god." "And the name ?" "The name is a strange one.

It is called _The Horn of Diarmaid_, but I seek to prevail on the captain to change it to _The Horn of Mercy_." "No such name is known to me," and the Receiver shook his head.

"But I will remember it, and send you news." I hope I did not betray my surprise, but for all that it was staggering.

Of all disguises and of all companies this was the most comic and the most hazardous.

I stared across the river till I had mastered my countenance, and when I looked again at the two they were soberly discussing the harbour dues of Boston.
Presently the Receiver's sloop arrived to carry him to Point Comfort.
He nodded to me, and took an affectionate farewell of the Boston man.