"Fellows, we are sold." And so it proved.
The fog lifted completely in the course of an hour and we secured a good view of our "will o' the wisp" of the night's chase.

It was a great lumbering tramp, as high out of the water as a barn, and as weather-stained as a homeward-bound whaler.

She slouched along like a crab, each roll of the hull showing streaks of marine grass and barnacles.

There was little of man-o'-war "smartness" in her make-up, of a verity.
For several days the "Yankee" cruised up and down the coast between Delaware Breakwater and Block Island.

Many vessels were sighted, and on two occasions it was considered expedient to sound "general quarters," but nothing came of it.