"I'll go in the next ship bound to Valparaiso: there I'll charter a small vessel, and ransack those waters for some trace of my poor lost girl." "Can you think of no better way than that ?" said old Wardlaw, gently, and with a slight tone of reproach.
"No--not at this moment.

Oh, yes, by the by, the _Greyhound_ and _Dreadnaught_ are going out to survey the islands of the Pacific.

I have interest enough to get a berth in the _Greyhound."_ "What! go in a government ship! under the orders of a man, under the orders of another man, under the orders of a board.

Why, if you heard our poor girl was alive upon a rock, the _Dreadnaught_ would be sure to run up a bunch of red-tape to the fore that moment to recall the _Greyhound,_ and the _Greyhound_ would go back.

No," said he, rising suddenly, and confronting the general, and with the color mounting for once in his sallow face, "you sail in no bottom but one freighted by Wardlaw & Son, and the captain shall be under no orders but yours.