He therefore stood out into the breeze, and, after half an hour, tacked in-shore, and fetched well to windward of the low point; but, finding no vessels, he stood out again.

Thus had he made three or four tacks, and had gained, perhaps, six or seven miles, when he perceived signals of recall made to leeward, enforced with guns.
"Mr Sawbridge wants us to come back, Mesty." "Mr Sawbridge mind him own business," replied Mesty, "we nebber take all dis trubble to ply to windward for noting." "But, Mesty, we must obey orders." "Yes, sar, when he have him thumb upon you; but now, must do what tink most proper.

By de powers, he catch me 'fore I go back." "But we shall lose the ship." "Find her again, by-and-bye, Massa Easy." "But they will think that we are lost." "So much the better, nebba look after us, Massa Easy; I guess we have a fine cruise anyhow.

Morrow we take large vessel--make sail, take more, den we go to Toulon." "But I don't know my way to Toulon; I know it lies up this way, and that's all." "Dat enough, what you want more?
Massa Easy, 'pose you not find fleet, fleet soon find you.

By God, nobody nebba lost here.