Confinement was, indeed, irksome to his active spirit; but he would not admit the possibility of its long continuance; and he had no doubt, that the exertions of De Valette would soon restore him to freedom.

He rightly believed, that both the pride and affection of his nephew would stimulate him to attempt it, and he hoped his efforts would be aided by Stanhope, if he had been so fortunate as to escape the storm.
Stanhope, however, was, as yet, ignorant of these events; and the morning light, which stole so heavily through the grated window of La Tour's prison-room, shone brightly on the waters of the Bay, where his vessel had anchored through the night.

He was in motion at an early hour, anxious to obtain information of La Tour, though totally at a loss in what direction to seek for him.

In the midst of this perplexity, he observed a boat, at some distance, slowly approaching the eastern extremity of Mount Desert island.

Stanhope waited impatiently to hail the person who occupied it, believing he might receive some intelligence from him respecting La Tour.