4/7 With another movement the precious coat was thrown over his arm, and the stripling stood in his school-boy dress before the English commander, who exclaimed, "A pretty pilot, you. Who sent you on this mad errand ?" "My father has been for thirty years the pilot of Fairport. He is now absent fighting for his country against her oppressors. No one of our few remaining men would venture his life in such a sea for an unknown vessel, and so I came. |