They had already made out that the ship was flying a flag at her masthead, and although they had not been able to distinguish its colors, Vincent felt sure that it was the right ship; for he felt certain that the captain would get up sail as soon as possible, so as to come up with them before any other vessels came out.

They had somewhat altered their course, to put themselves in line with the vessel.

When she was within a distance of about a mile and a half Vincent was able to make out the flag, and knew that it was the right one.
"There's the ship, Tony," he said; "it is all right, and in a few minutes you will be on your way to England." Tony had already changed his tattered garments for the suit of sailor's clothes that Dan had bought for him.

Vincent had given him full instructions as to the course he was to pursue.

The ship was bound for Liverpool; on his arrival there he was at once to go round the docks and take a passage in the steerage of the next steamer going to Canada.
"The fare will be about five pounds," he said.