CHAPTER XI.
_Captain John Paul Jones_ "You would better spread a little more canvas, Mr.Seymour.

I think we shall do better under the topgallantsails.

We have no time to lose." "Ay, ay, sir," replied the young executive officer; and then lifting the trumpet to his lips, he called out with a powerful voice, "Lay aloft and loose the topgallantsails! Man the topgallant sheets and halliards!" The crew, both watches being on deck, were busy with the various duties rendered necessary by the departure of a ship upon a long cruise, and were occupied here and there with the different details of work to be done when a ship gets under way.

Some of them, their tasks accomplished for the moment, were standing on the forecastle, or peering through the gun ports, gazing at the city, with the tall spire of Christ Church and the more substantial elevation of the building even then beginning to be known as Independence Hall, rising in the background beyond the shipping and over the other buildings which they were so rapidly leaving.

In an instant the quiet deck became a scene of quick activity, as the men left their tasks and sprang to their appointed stations.