Still, there was no reason to suspect the character of the felucca, and the confident manner in which she came down toward the lugger, though considerably in-shore of her, gave reason to believe that _she_ at least was ignorant that le Feu-Follet was an enemy.
"That felucca is the craft which lay near the landing," quietly observed Raoul, who had now come on the forecastle with a view to converse with Ithuel; "her name is la Divina Providenza; she is given to smuggling between Leghorn and Corsica, and is probably bound to the latter at this moment.

It is a bold step, too, to stand directly for her port under such circumstances!" "Leghorn is a free port," returned Ithuel; "and smuggling is not needed." "Aye, free as to friends, but not free to come and go between enemies.
No port is free in that sense; it being treason for a craft to communicate with the foe, unless she happen to be le Feu-Follet," observed Raoul, laughing; "we _are_ privileged, _mon brave_!" "Corsica or Capraya, she'll reach neither to-day, unless she find more wind.

I do not understand why the man has sailed with no more air than will serve to blow out a pocket-handkerchief." "These little feluccas, like our little lugger, slip along even when there seems to be no wind at all.

Then he may be bound to Bastia; in which case he is wise in getting an offing before the zephyr sets in for the afternoon.

Let him get a league or two out here more to the northwest, and he can make a straight wake to Bastia, after his siesta is over." "Aye, there go those greedy Englishmen a'ter him!" said Ithuel; "it's as I expected; let 'em see the chance of making a guinea, and they'll strive for it, though it be ag'in law or ag'in natur'.