"But it don't look much like fairing off, and I shall look for fog as long as the wind holds where it is." "I have been expecting to be buried in fog," added the captain, as he took a survey of the deck beneath him.

"I see by the log slate that we are making fifteen knots an hour, and we certainly are not driving her." "There can be no doubt that this is a very fast vessel," said Mr.
Lillyworth.

"Well, she ought to be, for I understand that she was built for a nobleman's yacht, and such men want speed, and are willing to pay for it." "By tomorrow, we shall be in the latitude of the Bermudas, and most of the blockade runners put in there, or some more southern port, to get the news, and obtain a pilot, if they don't happen to have one on board." "That seems to be the way they do it." "This fog is favorable to blockade runners if they have a skilful pilot on board; and they all contrive to have such a one," added the captain, as he moved towards the steps to the deck.
"I suppose you have opened your sealed orders, Captain Passford," said the second lieutenant, who seemed to be interested in this subject.

"We have crossed the thirty-eighth parallel." "Yes; I have opened the envelope, and found the orders very peculiar and very disappointing," replied the captain as he took a step on the ladder.

"But you will excuse me now from speaking of them, for I have another matter on my mind." Christy thought Pink Mulgrum might as well tell him about the orders and he could at least save his breath if he had no other motive for leaving the second lieutenant in the dark for the present.