The cable was then cut, the boat manned, and the Foam glided out of the bay like a phantom ship.
The moment she got beyond the shelter of the palms her sails filled, and in a few minutes she was rushing through the water at the rate of ten or eleven knots an hour.
Gascoyne stood at the helm and guided her through the intricacies of the dangerous coast with consummate skill, until he reached the bay where the wrecked ship lay.

Here he lay to, and sent the boat ashore for the party that had been left at the tent.

They were waiting; anxiously for his return.

Great, therefore, was their astonishment when he sent them a message inviting them to go on board the Foam! The instant they embarked, Gascoyne put about, and, ordering the mainsail to be hoisted, and one of the reefs to be shaken out of the topsail, ran round to the windward of the island, with the foam flying in great masses on either side of the schooner, which lay over so much before the gale that it was scarcely possible to stand on the deck.
The manner in which the pirate captain now acted was calculated to fill the hearts of those whose lives seemed to hang in his hands with alarm if not dismay.

His spirit seemed to be stirred within him.