It's not often that one gets a command before being two months at sea, and, hang me, now I've got it if I won't keep it; and Mr Smallsole may mast-head whom he pleases.

I'm sorry for poor Gossett, though; if Vigors supposes me dead, how he will murder the poor little fellow--however, it is all for the good of the service, and I'll revenge him when I come back.

Hang me if I won't take a cruise." "I talk to the men, they say they all tick to you like leech.

Now dat job settled, I tink we better go 'bout again." A short time after this decision on the part of our hero, the day broke: Jack first looked to leeward, and perceived the gun-boat and convoy standing in for the shore about ten miles distant, followed by the Harpy, under all sail.

He could also perceive the captured gun-boat lying-to in-shore to prevent their escape.
"Harpy hab um all, by Gosh!" cried Mesty; "I ab notion dat she soon settle um hash." They were so busy looking at the Harpy and the convoy that, for some time, they quite forgot to look to windward.