He must be a natural devil, but he 's played hide and seek with Uncle Sam for the last time.

This will be a feather in the 'old man's' cap.

He 's waking up." Henley stirred as he spoke, and opened his eyes, staring up into my face, and then at the Lieutenant's uniform.

The sight of the latter perplexed him.
"Who the hell are you ?" he asked angrily, making an effort to rise.
"Where is Broussard ?" "Henley," I said, stepping in between them, "the game is up, and the best thing you can do now is keep quiet.

This gentleman is Lieutenant Hutton, of the Revenue Cutter _Saline_, and his men have the crew of the _Sea Gull_ under hatches forward.