The captain came up, excited.

"Even now, bedad," he cried, "there are two sails in sight--one far north, and the other to the eastward, beating up this way.

This one we shall make for.

We have the wind with us, which is a good thing, for the Restless is a bad sailer and has lost many a prize through that fault.

And now, Miss," he said, addressing Kate, "I shall have to ask your leave to take down that English flag and run up our Jolly Roger.