That Frank Nelson is too much of a Yankee for us." "The Speedwell--the Speedwell!" shouted another; "keep a good look-out for her." "Oh, you're too late," said Harry, with a laugh, "the provisions were landed long ago." "I don't believe it.

I didn't see any thing of her." "Of course you didn't," said Charles; "you were too intent on catching the Alert.

Boys," he continued, "we're fairly beaten.

Let's start for the island." The coast-guards silently obeyed, and the smugglers refrained from making any remarks, for they saw that the squadron's crew took their defeat sorely to heart.
In a few moments the little fleet rounded the foot of the island, and the boys discovered the Champion and Speedwell, lying with their bows high upon the sand, and their crews were busy carrying the provisions under the shade of a large oak, that stood near the water's edge.
As soon as the last vessel came in sight, the smugglers on shore greeted them with three hearty cheers, which George and Harry answered with a will, but the coast-guards remained silent.
In a few moments they had all landed, and the smugglers joined their companions; and Charles took off his hat, and said to the coast-guards, "Boys, I want to have just one word with you.

We have been beaten," he continued, as they gathered silently about him, "completely outwitted; but it was fairly done.