He caught him round the loins, bedding his fingers like grisly claws into his flesh, and hugging him to his heart.

The man's ghost, caught like a broken cork in a gurgling bottle's neck, gasped with the embrace.
Loosening him suddenly, Israel hurled him from him against the bulwarks.
That instant another report was heard, followed by the savage hail--"You down sail at last, do ye?
I'm a good mind to sink ye for your scurvy trick.

Pull down that dirty rag there, astern!" With a loud huzza, Israel hauled down the flag with one hand, while with the other he helped the now slowly gliding craft from falling off before the wind.
In a few moments a boat was alongside.

As its commander stepped to the deck he stumbled against the body of the first officer, which, owing to the sudden slant of the cutter in coming to the wind, had rolled against the side near the gangway.

As he came aft he heard the moan of the other officer, where he lay under the mizzen shrouds.
"What is all this ?" demanded the stranger of Israel.
"It means that I am a Yankee impressed into the king's service, and for their pains I have taken the cutter." Giving vent to his surprise, the officer looked narrowly at the body by the shrouds, and said, "This man is as good as dead, but we will take him to Captain Paul as a witness in your behalf." "Captain Paul ?--Paul Jones ?" cried Israel.
"The same." "I thought so.