This was bad news; for although the brig with her great spread of canvas could in light winds run away from any of the ships of war, it was by no means certain she would be able to do so from the converted privateers.
One morning two vessels--a schooner and a brig--were seen coming round a headland.

The captain and officers examined them with their telescopes, and a flag was run up to the masthead.

Almost immediately two answering flags were hoisted by the strangers, and an exclamation of satisfaction broke from the captain: "We are in luck," he said.

"If we had not run across them we might have had to search for the rendezvous.

I have got the spot marked down on the chart, but they told me before sailing that they understood it was very difficult to find the entrance, and we might pass by within a hundred yards without noticing it." In half an hour the ships closed up together, and the captains of the other crafts came on board in their boats.