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As they were carrying him below, the pirate captain made the same
discovery, that the ship was gaining on him: he hauled to the wind
directly and abandoned the chase.

When the now receding pirate was nearly hull down, the sun began to set.
Mr. Tickell looked at him and said, "Hallo! old fellow, what are _you_
about? Why, it isn't two o'clock."
The remark was quite honest: he really feared, for a moment, that orb was
mistaken and would get himself--and others--into trouble. However, the
middy proved to be wrong, and the sun right to a minute: Time flies fast
fighting.
Mrs. Beresford came on deck with brat and poodle: Fred, a destructive
child, clapped his hands with glee at the holes in the canvas: Snap
toddled about smelling the blood of the slain, and wagging his tail by
halves, perplexed. "Well, gentlemen," said Mrs. Beresford, "I hope you
have made noise enough over one's head: and what a time you did take to
beat that little bit of a thing. Freddy, be quiet; you worry me; where is
your bearer? Will anybody oblige me by finding Ramgolam?"
"I will," said Mr.


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