Away with ye, now, and after that bloody embezzler, Paul Jones." This was Sunday.

The ships held on.

During the afternoon, a long tack of the Richard brought her close towards the shores of Fife, near the thriving little port of Kirkaldy.
"There's a great crowd on the beach.

Captain Paul," said Israel, looking through his glass.

"There seems to be an old woman standing on a fish-barrel there, a sort of selling things at auction to the people, but I can't be certain yet." "Let me see," said Paul, taking the glass as they came nigher.