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He looked towards the bay, upon the bosom of which his yacht still seemed to repose in peace.

“Aye, aye! she's safe enough I see,” said he ; “ there she lies, like a tame duck upon a millpond. I'll try and get aboard of her, that I may see some of the sport.—But hay !” said he, as he looked again,

why, what the devil are they about, think ye, Bill ?-I see something white yonder, as if they were hoisting the sails !-By Jupiter they are moving !"

A flash from the guns of the vessels engaged, now showed that the Dasher was certainly getting under weigh.

66 The scoundrels!" cried Cleaver, in a rage, “ why did they not send for me ?-would I were on board of her!-would I could find a boat !-" and then clapping a hand on each cheek, as if he could have been heard, “Illy-ho-ho-hoah-oy!” cried he, “ send the boat ashore for me!"

But he might have as well roared to the man in the moon. The little Dasher gallantly cut the waves, as if with the intention of shooting ahead of the innermost of the two vessels.

Cleaver was in an ecstasy not to be conceived. Divided between the delight he experienced in seeing his yacht behaving in so brave a manner, and the rage he felt at being cut off from all chance of participating in her glory, he shouted and stormed by turns.

“ Bravo! bravo ! well done, my brave boys ! -Oh ye lubbers! why did ye not send for me?

- That's it!-up with your little gaff!-hurrah ! now she sends !-Oh! you rascal, Jack Markham, I'll never forgive you for this !-Hurrah ! now they are closing upon the beggarly scoundrel ! — Well done, my dear boy Jack ! I'll have you made a master for this,—but oh! ye swab, why did ye not send for me?"

What Cleaver said was true. The smuggler, for smuggler she undoubtedly was, having in one of her tacks run in shore, for the purpose of taking a larger reach out, with the intention of getting beyond the cutter, ventured too much under the lee of a high headland, and, as the wind was partly off shore, it immediately becalmed her, and whilst the cutter was standing in upon her, the yacht was running right across her stern, and already fired several shots at her in passing. One of these knocked away her boom, which was shaking loose. Cleaver sprang into the air with delight.

“ Well done, Jack !-át her again, my boy! -Oh! you rascal, I'll make you suffer for this! --but damn you, I'll have you made master of an admiral's ship!”

The smuggler was manifestly in the utmost confusion. The cutter now came up within range, and gave her a full broadside.

full broadside. The flash of the guns upon the water was magnificent ; the sea all around the vessels seemed on fire for a moment; and the broad illumination was prolonged by reflection from the high perpendicular face of the cliff. The smuggler lay abreast of it like a log, her rigging terribly shattered by the shot, whilst the sound of the discharge reverberated like thunder among the rocks. All chance of her escape was cut off; and, by the momentary gleam of the guns now fired from the Dasher, it appeared that the crew of the contraband trader had got their boats over the side next the land, and having abandoned their vessel, were already within a stone-cast or two of the shore.

Cleaver now observing that the game was up, waited not to see them take possession of the prize,

but made all haste along the cliff, with the intention of going down to the beach, to endeavour to get on board the vessel, or at least to obtain some intelligence as to the particulars of the fight, and, above all, to ascertain whether, as he suspected, the King's ship might not be that of his friend, Macauley.

He had already reached the upper part of the same small ravine he and Amherst had climbed to make observations on the night of their landing, and was about to descend into it to gain the shore, when, by the little light there was, he perceived two figures near the sainted well and fallen cross. The one, tall and majestic, appeared still more lofty from the extreme minuteness of the form it was contrasted with. From the shape and diminutive size of the lesser figure, he at once guessed it could be no other than that which he and his friend had formerly seen in the same spot.

“Gude guide us a'!" said Thomas the groom, in a low tone of voice, and with the utmost alarm, “ gin yonder binna the dwarfie carlin and the warlock Lord at their cantrips—for ony sake, Sir, dinna gang

farder." Cleaver stopped for a moment, not, as may be

supposed, from any apprehension of the evil influence of their enchantments, but that he might not disturb them, and that he might the better observe their motions.

The little figure was standing elevated on a large fragment of the fallen rock, in an attitude of more than human command, her head thrown loftily back, one foot thrust forwards, and her arms extended, one of them being raised over her head as if in an appeal to Heaven, and the other pointing downwards on Lord Eaglesholme. He stood below gazing at her in the attitude of astonishment, one 'leg with his chest being drawn backwards from surprise, his broad Spanish hat held out in his left hand, whilst with the right he supported his weight on his sword pointed to the

ground. His head was carried earnestly forwards, · and his face was turned upwards, as if to catch every word that fell from the being with whom he was holding nocturnal converse.

-" To Heaven !” said she, as if concluding some powerful and energetic sentence, and her shrill voice had something indescribably appalling in it.-" To yonder pure Heaven they are gone!

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