Good afternoon, sir; for God's sake, lose no time." Clinch obeyed this injunction to the letter.

He reached the Foudroyant some time before sunset, and immediately placed the order in her captain's hands.

A few words of explanation set everything in motion, and the three guns were fired on the side of the ship toward Capri, most opportunely for our hero.
The half hour that succeeded, on board the Proserpine, was one of gayety and merriment.

Every person was glad that the ship had escaped an execution; and then it was the hour for piping down the hammocks, and for shifting the dogwatches.

Cuffe recovered all his animation, and conversed cheerfully, having Griffin for an interpreter, with his two Italian guests.