The wind was light, but fair, and the little craft, which turned out to be a taunt-rigged schooner of about a hundred and twenty tons, came gliding along like some white-winged thing of life, for she had a square sail and fore and main gaff-topsails set.
"Just before reaching the cove she furled her square sail and took in the gaff-topsails--a proof that she was making port.

I hastened down to the coast, for it was broad daylight now, and watched her every movement.

She stood into the cove, rounded to, hauled down her jibs, and dropped her anchor.

The men in charge of that vessel handled her as if they were familiar with the place.

An hour passed, and no attempt was made to land.