Our pursuer was hardly a gunshot off, and slowly but surely lessening the space between us.

The sagacious Mr.Campbell regarded our capture as inevitable, and, true to his characteristics, repeated the stratagem which had served him so successfully when we were molested by the Patriot privateer.

He doffed his old garments, which were not worth stealing, and clad himself from top to toe in two or three complete suits of his best clothing.

He came on deck resembling a swathed mummy, and perspiring freely under the heavy load.
When the Guarda Costa had approached within fair gunshot, and we were every minute expecting an iron shower, we saw at a short distance ahead on a projecting point of land, a fort on which several guns were mounted, and the Patriot flag was waving from a tall flagstaff.

The masts of some small vessels were also visible over the point.
"There is a snug harbor," exclaimed Captain Moncrieff, "defended by a fort and in possession of the Patriots.