"Every man on board the _Hawk_ would go into battle with her eagerly, and yet I don't hate the French individually.

They're a brave and gallant nation, and this St.
Luc, of whom you speak, seems to be the very flower of chivalry." The captain's wish to meet a French sloop of war of his own size was not granted.

He had high hopes the fourth day when they saw a sail, but it proved to be a schooner out of Newport returning from Jamaica with a cargo of sugar and molasses.

The _Hawk_ showed her heels in disgust, and pursued her way northward.
As the time to reach Boston drew near, Robert's heart filled again.

He would be back in his own land, and his world would be before him once more.