Vince raged upon his quarter-deck when he found out how he had been wasting time.

Northward now was pointed the bow of the Badger, and the vengeful Vince felt as if his prey was already in his hands.

If Bonnet had sailed up the Atlantic coast he was bound to sail down again.

It might be a long cruise, there might be impatient waitings at the mouths of coves and rivers where the pirates were accustomed to take refuge or refit, but the light of the eyes of Kate Bonnet were worth the longest pursuit or the most impatient waiting.
So, steadily sailed the corvette Badger up the long Atlantic coast, and she passed the capes of the Delaware while Captain Bonnet was examining the queer pulpit in the little bay-side town where his ship had stopped to take in water.
At the various ports of the northern coast where the Revenge had sailed back and forth outside, the Badger boldly entered, and the tales she heard soon turned her back again to sail southward down the long Atlantic coast.

But the heart of Christopher Vince never failed.