But time was lost in attempting to do this, in consequence of the wreck of the mizzen-mast having fouled the rudder.

When the Talisman at last got under way, and rounded the outside point of the islet, no vessel of any kind was to be seen.
Amazed beyond measure, and deeply chagrined, the unfortunate captain of the man-of-war turned to Gascoyne, who still sat quietly on the taffrail smoking his cigar.
"Does this pirate schooner sport wings as well as sails ?" said he; "for unless she does, and has flown over the mountains, I cannot see how she could disappear in so short a space of time." "I told you the pirate was a bold man; and now he has proved himself a clever fellow.

Whether he sports wings or no is best known to himself.
Perhaps he can dive.

If so, we have only to watch until he comes to the surface, and shoot him leisurely." "Well, he is off; there is no doubt of that," returned Montague.

"And now, Mr.Gascoyne, since it is vain to chase a vessel possessed of such mysterious qualities, you will not object, I dare say, to guide my ship to the bay where your own little schooner lies.