I had borrowed all I could before that for the purchase of the Trafalgar; and if the current does not change in our favor soon, I shall be a beggar," added the colonel bitterly.
"The tide will turn, my good friend; and it would have turned before now if all the planters had been as self-sacrificing as you have," said the captain.
"Cotton and gold are about the same thing just now; and with the large cargo on board of the West Wind, which I induced my friends to contribute to the good cause, and that in the hold of the Tallahatchie, I was confident that I could purchase the Kilmarnock, which you say is good for eighteen knots an hour.

Now the West Wind and the Tallahatchie are both prizes of the enemy, and there is no present hope for us," continued the colonel; and there was no wonder that he had become pale and thin.
"We are in a bad situation, Colonel Passford, I admit, for both of us are prisoners of war, so that we can do nothing, even if we had the means; but everything will come out right in the end," replied the wounded officer, though he could not explain in what manner this result was to be achieved.
"Well, Captain Rombold, how are you feeling ?" asked Dr.Linscott, darkening the door when the conversation had reached this gloomy point.
"Very comfortable, Doctor," replied the commander.

"My friend is Colonel Passford." "Bless me!" exclaimed the surgeon, as he extended his hand to the visitor.

"I am very glad to see you, and I hope you are very well.

I am happy to inform you that your nephew, who was wounded in the engagement, is doing very well." "Yes; I met him on deck," replied the planter very gloomily.
"What is the matter, Colonel Passford?
You look quite pale, and you have lost flesh since I met you last.