It was evident that she was a very fast steamer.

But she seemed to have no suspicions in regard to the character of the Chateaugay.
Christy left his uncle, and went to the ward room, where he found Mr.
Gilfleur in his stateroom.

He desired the advice of the Frenchman before he said anything to the captain in regard to the approaching sail.
Together they had looked over all the steamers in the harbor of St.
George's, and those on board of them were not disposed to conceal the fact that they were to run the blockade as soon as they could get over to the coast of the United States.
"What have you been doing to yourself, Mr.Gilfleur ?" asked Christy, as soon as he discovered the detective, for he had completely changed his appearance, and looked like an elderly gentleman of fifty, with a full beard, grizzled with the snows of many winters.
"I don't care to be shut up in this stateroom during the voyage to New York," replied the Frenchman with a pleasant laugh.

"This is one of my useful costumes, and I don't believe Captain Rombold will recognize me now." "I am very sure he will not," added Christy, looking him over, and wondering at the skill which could so completely change his appearance.
"I want you to see the steamer which is approaching, bound to the westward.

If I am not mistaken, we have seen her before." "I am all ready, and I will go on deck with you; but you must contrive to let the captain know who I am, or he will order me below, or have too much to say about me," replied the detective, as he followed Christy to the quarter-deck.
Colonel Passford and Captain Rombold had seated themselves abaft the mizzenmast, and seemed to be interested in the reports respecting the approaching steamer.