He expected to be saved from the fate of a prisoner of war, but he was not ready to believe that the Yazoo would be sent to the North as a prize.
She had not half the force of the Bellevite, either in men or guns, and it had been proved that her speed could not save her.

But all the chances of accidents were to be incurred, and no one could predict the final result.
Christy and Beeks went below, and seated themselves in the wardroom of the ship.

It looked as though it had been altered from the dining-saloon of a passenger steamer for its present use.

But the vessel was an elegant affair, and Christy thought it was evident from what he saw that she had been built for a steam-yacht by some British magnate.

She was not more than two-thirds as large as the Bellevite.
The sound of the firing indicated that the Bellevite was gaining on the chase even more rapidly than in the morning.