He had directed the new pilot to head her directly for the Bellevite, only taking care to give the long-boat a sufficiently wide berth to prevent the soldiers from boarding her, and with steam it would be an easy thing to keep out of its way.
Christy went below to the engine-room to ascertain the condition of Captain Pecklar.

He found him eating his breakfast, which he took from a basket he had evidently brought with him from the shore the day before.
He seemed to have an appetite; and, from the food he consumed, the acting captain did not believe he could be in a desperate situation.
"How do you get on, Captain Pecklar ?" asked Christy, as he glanced at the engine, and judged that it was moving more rapidly than at any time before.
"I am a good deal better, Christy: in fact, the thought of getting out of this country is almost enough to cure me; for I have come to the conclusion that I had rather die at home than live here," replied the captain, as he put an enormous piece of beef into his mouth, which his companion thought would be almost enough for his breakfast.
"I am glad you are better.

How does the engine work ?" asked Christy.
"I have been stirring it up, and I just filled up the furnaces.

I think she is doing her best, though that is not saying a great deal.

But, Christy, have you tried to get a look over beyond the Bellevite ?" "No, I haven't seen any thing in that direction," replied Christy, a little startled by the question.
"I believe there is another steamer over there; and, if there is, it must be the Dauphine." "What of her ?" asked Christy anxiously.
"She is a steam-yacht of four hundred tons, and the fastest steamer in these waters.