After the vessel had gone five or six miles on this course, it was changed to about south-west.

She was then moving in a direction directly opposite to that of the Chateaugay, and the anxious prisoner could see the man-of-war across the reefs which lifted their heads above the water, very nearly abreast of the Snapper, though at least ten miles distant from her.
"Do you know what steamer that is, Mr.Passford ?" asked Captain Flanger, coming aft, apparently for the purpose of finding him.
"How should I know, Captain ?" asked Christy.
"I thought you might know her by sight." "I could hardly be expected to know all the ships in the United States navy by sight, Captain, for there are a great many of them by this time." "All right; she looks like a pretty large vessel, and the bigger the better.

I hope you won't get up a disappointment for yourself by expecting that you are going to get out of this scrape," said Captain Flanger, and there was a great deal of bitterness in his tones.
"I am taking things as they come, Captain." "The Snapper is not a man-of-war, and she is engaged in a peaceful voyage.

If that fellow thinks of capturing me, he is reckoning without his host.

He has no more right to make a prize of me than he has to murder me," protested the captain, as he gave the order to hoist the British flag.
"Of course you know your business better than I do, Captain Flanger, and I don't propose to interfere with it," replied Christy.
The commander walked forward again, giving the order to the quartermaster to ring two bells, which presently brought the steamer to a full stop, quite near the rocks which were awash to the northward of her.