Two days after the breaking of the storm that wrecked the Wasp the Talisman's prow was turned northward towards Sandy Cove.
It was the close of a calm, beautiful evening when this was done.

A gentle breeze fanned the topsails, although it failed to ruffle the sea.
"I don't like to be baffled in this way," said Mulroy to his second lieutenant, as they paced the quarter-deck together.
"It is very unfortunate," returned the other.

"Would it not be well to examine the man called Surly Dick before leaving these waters?
You know he let out that there is some island hereabout at which the pirates are wont to rendezvous.

Perhaps by threats, if not by persuasion, he may be induced to tell us where it lies." "True.

I had forgotten that fellow altogether.