CHAPTER XVI.
"Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wove nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful of mind." CHILDE HAROLD.
"Well, Sir Jarvy," said Galleygo, following on the heels of the two admirals, as the latter entered the dressing-room of the officer addressed; "it has turned out just as I thought; and the County of Fairvillain has come out of his hole, like a porpoise coming up to breathe, the moment our backs is turned! As soon as we gives the order to square-away for England, and I see the old Planter's cabin windows turned upon Franco, I foreseed them consequences.

Well, gentlemen, here's been a heap of prize-money made in this house without much fighting.

We shall have to give the young lieutenant a leave, for a few months, in order that he may take his swing ashore, here, among his brother squires!" "Pray, sir, what may be your pleasure ?" demanded Sir Gervaise; "and what the devil has brought you at my heels ?" "Why, big ships always tows small craft, your honour," returned Galleygo, simpering.

"Howsever, I never comes without an errand, as every body knows.

You see, Sir Jarvy,--you see, Admiral Blue, that our signal-officer is ashore, with a report for us; and meeting me in the hall, he made it to me first like, that I might bring it up to you a'terwards.