Come, I'll point him out." So saying, Corrie edged his way through the crowd until he could see the windlass.

Here, seated on a mass of chain cable, sat a remarkably rugged specimen of the British boatswain.

He was extremely short, excessively broad, uncommonly jovial, and remarkably hairy.

He wore his round hat so far on the back of his head that it was a marvel how it managed to hang there, and smoked a pipe so black that the most powerful imagination could hardly conceive of its ever having been white, and so short that it seemed all head and no stem.
"That's him!" said Corrie, eagerly.
"Oh! is it ?" replied Alice, with much interest.
"Hee! hee!" observed Poopy.
"Stand by to let go the anchor!" shouted Montague.
Instantly bustle and noise prevailed everywhere.

The crew of the lost frigate had started up on hearing the order, but having no stations to run to, they expended the energy that had been awakened, in shuffling about and opening an animated conversation in undertones.
Soon the schooner swept round the point that had hitherto shut out the view of Sandy Cove, and a few minutes later the rattling of the chain announced that the voyage of the Foam had terminated.
Immediately after, a boat was lowered, and Gascoyne was conveyed by a party of marines to the shore, and lodged in the prison which had been but recently occupied by our friend John Bumpus.
Mrs.Stuart had purposely kept out of the way when she heard of the arrival of the Foam.