I know his sort.

Afraid to take advantage of a proper breeze of wind that will fetch him in in twenty hours, he'll get caught out in the calm that follows and spend a whole week in getting in.

The _Martha_ will make money with him, there's no doubt of it; but she won't make near the money that she would under a competent master." She paused, and with heightened colour and sparkling eyes gazed seaward at the schooner.
"My! but she is a witch! Look at her eating up the water, and there's no wind to speak of.

She's not got ordinary white metal either.

It's man- of-war copper, every inch of it.