to the north-east of the island of Sombriero." "(Signed) JAMES MONTGOMERY," "(_Rear-Admiral_).
H.M.S._Colossus_, Antigua." "We appear to have lost our consort," said Captain Johnson, folding up his instructions and again sweeping the horizon with his glass.
"She drew away after we reefed down.

It would be a pity if we met this heavy Frenchman without the _Dido_, Mr.Wharton.

Eh ?" The lieutenant twinkled and smiled.
"She has eighteen-pounders on the main and twelves on the poop, sir," said the captain.

"She carries four hundred to our two hundred and thirty-one.

Captain de Milon is the smartest man in the French service.
Oh, Bobby boy, I'd give my hopes of my flag to rub my side up against her!" He turned on his heel, ashamed of his momentary lapse.
"Mr.Wharton," said he, looking back sternly over his shoulder, "get those square sails shaken out and bear away a point more to the west." "A brig on the port-bow," came a voice from the forecastle.
"A brig on the port-bow," said the lieutenant.
The captain sprang upon the bulwarks and held on by the mizzen-shrouds, a strange little figure with flying skirts and puckered eyes.