“Away! away! the covey's fled the cover;
Put forth the dogs, and let the falcon fly--
I'll spend some leisure in the keen pursuit,
Nor longer waste my hours in sluggish quiet.”
The soldier passed the remainder of the night in the heavy sleep of a
bacchanalian, and awoke late on the following morning, only when aroused
by the entrance of his servant. When the customary summons had induced
the captain to unclose his eyelids, he arose in his bed, and after
performing the usual operation of a diligent friction on his organs of
vision, he turned sternly to his man, and remarked with an ill-humor
that seemed to implicate the innocent servant in the fault which his
master condemned:
“I thought, sirrah, that I ordered Sergeant Drill not to let a drumstick
touch a sheepskin while we quartered in the dwelling of this hospitable
old colonel! Does the fellow despise my commands? or does he think the
roll of a drum, echoing through the crooked passages of St. Ruth, a
melody that is fit to disturb the slumbers of its inmates?”
“I believe, sir,” returned the man, “it was the wish of Colonel Howard
himself, that on this occasion the sergeant should turn out the guard by
the roll of the drum.”
“The devil it was!--I see the old fellow loves to tickle the drum of his
own ear now and then with familiar sounds; but have you had a muster of
the cattle from the farmyard too, as well as a parade of the guard? I
hear the trampling of feet, as if the old abbey were a second ark, and
all the beasts of the field were coming aboard of us!”
“'Tis nothing but the party of dragoons from----, who are wheeling into
the courtyard, sir, where the colonel has gone out to receive them.”
“Courtyard! light dragoons!” repeated Borroughcliffe, in amazement; “and
has it come to this, that twenty stout fellows of the ----th are not
enough to guard such a rookery as this old abbey, against the ghosts and
northeast storms, but we must have horse to reinforce us? Hum! I
suppose some of these booted gentlemen have heard of this South Carolina
Madeira.”
“Oh, no, sir!” cried his man; “it is only the party that Mr. Dillon went
to seek last evening, after you saw fit, sir, to put the three pirates
in irons.”
“Pirates in irons,” said Borroughcliffe, again passing his hands over
his eyes, though in a more reflecting manner than before: “ha! oh! I
remember to have put three suspicious looking rascals in the black-hole,
or some such place; but what can Mr. Dillon, or the light dragoons, have
to do with these fellows?”
“That we do not know, sir; but it is said below, sir, as some suspicions
had fallen on their being conspirators and rebels from the colonies, and
that they were great officers and Tories in disguise; some said that one
was General Washington, and others that it was only three members of the
Yankee parliament, come over to get our good old English fashions to set
themselves up with.”
“Washington! Members of Congress! Go--go, simpleton, and learn how
many these troopers muster, and what halt they make; but stay, place
my clothes near me. Now, do as I bid you, and if the dragoon officer
enquire for me, make my respects, and tell him I shall be with him soon.
Go, fellow; go.”
When the man left the room, the captain, while he proceeded with the
business of the toilet, occasionally gave utterance to the thoughts that
crowded on his recollection, after the manner of a soliloquy.
“Ay! my commission to a half-pay ensigncy, that some of these lazy
fellows, who must have a four-legged beast to carry them to the wars,
have heard of the 'south side.' South side! I believe I must put an
advertisement in the London Gazette, calling that amphibious soldier
to an account. If he be a true man, he will not hide himself under his
incognito, but will give me a meeting. If that should fail, damme, I'll
ride across to Yarmouth, and call out the first of the mongrel breed
that I fall in with. 'Sdeath! Was ever such an insult practised on a
gentleman and a soldier before? Would that I only knew his name! Why,
if the tale should get abroad, I shall be the standing joke of the
mess-table, until some greater fool than myself can be found. It would
cost me at least six duels to get rid of it. No, no; not a trigger will
I pull in my own regiment about the silly affair: but I'll have a crack
at some marine in very revenge; for that is no more than reasonable.
That Peters! if the scoundrel should dare whisper anything of the manner
in which he was stamped with the breech of the musket! I can't flog him
for it; but if I don't make it up to him the first time he gives me a
chance, I am ignorant of the true art of balancing regimental accounts.”
By the time the recruiting officer had concluded this soliloquy, which
affords a very fair exposition of the current of his thoughts, he was
prepared to meet the new comers, and he accordingly descended to the
courtyard, as in duty bound, to receive them in his proper person.
Boroughcliffe encountered his host, in earnest conversation with a young
man in a cavalry uniform, in the principal entrance of the abbey, and
was greeted by the former with:
“A good morning to you, my worthy guard and protector! here is rare news
for your loyal ears. It seems that our prisoners are enemies to the king
in disguise; and, Cornet Fitzgerald--Captain Borroughcliffe, of the--th,
permit me to make you acquainted with Mr. Fitzgerald of the --th light
dragoons.” While the soldiers exchanged their salutations, the old man
continued: “The cornet has been kind enough to lead down a detachment of
his troop to escort the rogues up to London, or some other place, where
they will find enough good and loyal officers to form a court-martial,
that can authorize their execution as spies. Christopher Dillon, my
worthy kinsman, Kit, saw into their real characters at a glance; while
you and I, like two unsuspecting boys, thought the rascals would have
made fit men to serve the king. But Kit has an eye and a head that
few enjoy like him, and I would that he might receive his dues at the
English bar.”
“It is to be desired, sir,” said Borroughcliffe, with a grave aspect,
that was produced chiefly by his effort to give effect to his sarcasm,
but a little, also, by the recollection of the occurrences that were yet
to be explained; “but what reason has Mr. Christopher Dillon to believe
that the three seamen are more or less than they seem?”
“I know not what; but a good and sufficient reason, I will venture my
life,” cried the colonel; “Kit is a lad for reasons, which you know is
the foundation of his profession, and knows how to deliver them manfully
in the proper place; but you know, gentlemen, that the members of
the bar cannot assume the open and bold front that becomes a soldier,
without often endangering the cause in which they are concerned. No, no;
trust me, Kit has his reasons, and in good time will he deliver them.”
“I hope, then,” said the captain carelessly, “that it may be found that
we have had a proper watch on our charge, Colonel Howard; I think you
told me the windows were too high for an escape in that direction, for I
had no sentinel outside of the building.”
“Fear nothing, my worthy friend,” cried his host; “unless your men
have slept, instead of watching, we have them safe; but, as it will be
necessary to convey them away before any of the civil authority can
lay hands on them, let us proceed to the rear, and unkennel the dogs. A
party of the horse might proceed at once with them to----, while we
are breaking our fasts. It would be no very wise thing to allow the
civilians to deal with them, for they seldom have a true idea of the
nature of the crime.”
“Pardon me, sir,” said the young officer of horse; “I was led to
believe, by Mr. Dillon, that we might meet with a party of the enemy in
some little force, and that I should find a pleasanter duty than that
of a constable; besides, sir, the laws of the realm guarantee to the
subject a trial by his peers, and it is more than I dare do to carry the
men to the barracks, without first taking them before a magistrate.”
“Ay! you speak of loyal and dutiful subjects,” said the colonel; “and,
as respects them, doubtless, you are right; but such privileges are
withheld from enemies and traitors.”
“It must be first proved that they are such, before they can receive the
treatment or the punishment that they merit,” returned the young man,
a little positively, who felt the more confidence, because he had only
left the Temple the year before. “If I take charge of the men at all, it
will be only to transfer them safely to the civil authority.”
“Let us go and see the prisoners,” cried Borroughcliffe, with a view to
terminate a discussion that was likely to wax warm, and which he knew
to be useless; “perhaps they may quietly enroll themselves under the
banners of our sovereign, when all other interference, save that of
wholesome discipline, will become unnecessary.”
“Nay, if they are of a rank in life to render such a step probable,”
returned the cornet, “I am well content that the matter should be thus
settled. I trust, however, that Captain Borroughcliffe will consider
that the --th light dragoons has some merit in this affair, and that we
are far short of our numbers in the second squadron.”
“We shall not be difficult at a compromise,” returned the captain;
“there is one apiece for us, and a toss of a guinea shall determine who
has the third man. Sergeant! follow, to deliver over your prisoners, and
relieve your sentry.”
As they proceeded in compliance with this arrangement, to the building
in the rear, Colonel Howard, who made one of the party, observed:
“I dispute not the penetration of Captain Borroughcliffe, but I
understand Mr. Christopher Dillon that there is reason to believe one of
these men, at least, to be of a class altogether above that of a common
soldier; in which case, your plans may fall to the ground.”
“And who does he deem the gentleman to be?” asked Borroughcliffe--“a
Bourbon in disguise, or a secret representative of the rebel congress?”
“Nay, nay: he said nothing more; my kinsman Kit keeps a close mouth
whenever Dame Justice is about to balance her scales. There are men who
may be said to have been born to be soldiers; of which number I should
call the Earl Cornwallis, who makes such head against the rebels in the
two Carolinas; others seem to be intended by nature for divines, and
saints on earth, such as their graces of York and Canterbury; while
another class appears as if it were impossible for them to behold things
unless with discriminating, impartial, and disinterested eyes; to which
I should say, belong my Lord Chief Justice Mansfield, and my kinsman,
Mr. Christopher Dillon. I trust, gentlemen, that when the royal arms
have crushed this rebellion, his majesty's ministers will see the
propriety of extending the dignity of the peerage to the colonies, as a
means of reward to the loyal, and a measure of policy to prevent further
disaffection; in which case I hope to see my kinsman decorated with the
ermine of justice bordering the mantle of a peer.”
“Your expectations, my excellent sir, are right reasonable; as I doubt
not your kinsman will become, at some future day, that which he is
not at present, unhappily for his deserts, right honorable,” said
Borroughcliffe. “But be of good heart, sir; from what I have seen of
his merits, I doubt not that the law will yet have its revenge in due
season, and that we shall be properly edified and instructed how to
attain elevation in life, by the future exaltation of Mr. Christopher
Dillon; though by what title he is to be then known, I am at a loss to
say.”
Colonel Howard was too much occupied with his own ex-parte views of
the war and things in general, to observe the shrewd looks that were
exchanged between the soldiers; but he answered with perfect simplicity:
“I have reflected much on that point, and have come to the opinion,
that as he has a small estate on that river, he should, cause his first
barony to be known by the title of 'Pedee.'”
“Barony!” echoed Borroughcliffe; “I trust the new nobles of a new
world will disdain the old worn-out distinctions of a hackneyed
universe--eschew all baronies, mine host, and cast earldoms and dukedoms
to the shades. The immortal Locke has unlocked his fertile mind
to furnish you with appellations suited to the originality of your
condition and the nature of your country. Ah! here comes the Cacique of
Pedee, in his proper person!”
As Borroughcliffe spoke, they were ascending the flight of stone steps
which led to the upper apartments, where the prisoners were still
supposed to be confined; and, at the same moment, the sullen, gloomy
features of Dillon were seen as he advanced along the lower passage,
with an expression of malicious exultation hovering above his dark
brow, that denoted his secret satisfaction. As the hours passed away the
period had come round when the man who had been present at the escape
of Griffith and his friends was again posted to perform the duty of
sentinel. As this soldier well knew the situation of his trust, he was
very coolly adjusted, with his back against the wall, endeavoring to
compensate himself for his disturbed slumbers during the night, when the
sounds of the approaching footsteps warned him to assume the appearance
of watchfulness.
“How, now, fellow!” cried Borroughcliffe; “what have you to say to your
charge!”
“I believe the men sleep, your honor; for I have heard no noises from
the rooms since I relieved the last sentinel.”
“The lads are weary, and are right to catch what sleep they can in
their comfortable quarters,” returned the captain. “Stand to your arms,
sirrah! and throw back your shoulders; and do not move like a crab, or a
train-band corporal; do you not see an officer of horse coming up? Would
you disgrace your regiment?”
“Ah! your honor, Heaven only knows whether I shall ever get my shoulders
even again.”
“Buy another plaster,” said Borroughcliffe, slipping a shilling into his
hand; “observe, you know nothing but your duty.”
“Which is, your honor----”
“To mind me, and be silent. But here comes the sergeant with his guard:
he will relieve you.”
The rest of the party stopped at the other end of the gallery, to allow
the few files of soldiers who were led by the orderly to pass them, when
they all moved towards the prison in a body. The sentinel was relieved
in due military style; when Dillon placed his hand on one of the doors,
and said, with a malicious sneer:
“Open here first, Mr. Sergeant; this cage holds the man we most want.”
“Softly, softly, my Lord Chief Justice, and most puissant Cacique,” said
the captain; “the hour has not yet come to empanel a jury of fat yeomen,
and no man must interfere with my boys but myself.”
“The rebuke is harsh, I must observe, Captain Borroughcliffe,” said the
colonel, “but I pardon it because it is military. No, no, Kit these nice
points must be left to martial usages. Be not impatient, my cousin; I
doubt not the hour will come, when you shall hold the scales of justice
and satisfy your loyal longings on many a traitor. Zounds! I could
almost turn executioner myself in such a cause!”
“I can curb my impatience, sir,” returned Dillon, with hypocritical
meekness, and great self-command, though his eyes were gleaming with
savage exultation. “I beg pardon of Captain Borroughcliffe, if, in my
desire to render the civil authority superior to the military, I have
trespassed on your customs.”
“You see, Borroughcliffe!” exclaimed the colonel, exultingly, “the lad
is ruled by an instinct in all matters of law and justice. I hold it
to be impossible that a man thus endowed can ever become a disloyal
subject. But our breakfast waits, and Mr. Fitzgerald has breathed his
horse this cool morning; let us proceed at once to the examination.”
Borroughcliffe motioned to the sergeant to open the door, when the whole
party entered the vacant room.
“Your prisoner has escaped!” cried the cornet, after a single moment
employed in making sure of the fact.
“Never! it must not, shall not be!” cried Dillon, quivering with rage,
as he glanced his eyes furiously around the apartment; “here has been
treachery! and foul treason to the king!”
“By whom committed, Mr. Christopher Dillon?” said Borroughcliffe,
knitting his brow, and speaking in a suppressed tone: “dare you, or any
man living, charge treason to the --th!”
A very different feeling from rage appeared now to increase the
shivering propensities of the future judge, who at once perceived it was
necessary to moderate his passion; and he returned, as it were by magic,
to his former plausible and insinuating manner, as he replied:
“Colonel Howard will understand the cause of my warm feelings, when I
tell him that this very room contained, last night, that disgrace to his
name and country, as well as traitor to his king, Edward Griffith, of
the rebel navy.”
“What!” exclaimed the colonel, starting, “has that recreant youth dared
to pollute the threshold of St. Ruth with his footstep? but you dream,
Kit; there would be too much hardihood in the act.”
“It appears not, sir,” returned the other; “for though in this very
apartment he most certainly was, he is here no longer. And yet from this
window, though open, escape would seem to be impossible, even with much
assistance.”
“If I thought that the contumelious boy had dared to be guilty of such
an act of gross impudence,” cried the colonel, “I should be tempted to
resume my arms, in my old age, to punish his effrontery. What! is it not
enough that he entered my dwelling in the colony, availing himself of
the distraction of the times, with an intent to rob me of my choicest
jewel--ay! gentlemen, even of my brother Harry's daughter--but that
he must also invade this hallowed island with a like purpose, thus
thrusting his treason, as it were, into the presence of his abused
prince! No, no, Kit, thy loyalty misleads thee; he has never dared to do
the deed!”
“Listen, sir, and you shall be convinced,” returned the pliant
Christopher, “I do not wonder at your unbelief; but as a good testimony
is the soul of justice, I cannot resist its influence. You know, that
two vessels, corresponding in appearance to the two rebel cruisers that
annoyed us so much in the Carolinas, have been seen on the coast
for several days, which induced us to beg the protection of Captain
Borroughcliffe. Three men are found, the day succeeding that on which
we hear that these vessels came within the shoals, stealing through the
grounds of St. Ruth, in sailors' attire. They are arrested, and in the
voice of one of them, sir, I immediately detected that of the traitor
Griffith. He was disguised, it is true, and cunningly so; but when a man
has devoted his whole life to the business of investigating truth,”
he added, with an air of much modesty, “it is difficult to palm any
disguise on his senses.”
Colonel Howard was strongly impressed with the probability of these
conjectures, and the closing appeal confirmed him immediately in his
kinsman's opinion, while Borroughcliffe listened with deep interest to
the speakers, and more than once bit his lip with vexation. When Dillon
concluded, the soldier exclaimed:
“I'll swear there was a man among them who has been used to the drill.”
“Nothing more probable, my worthy friend,” said Dillon; “for as the
landing was never made without some evil purpose, rely on it, he came
not unguarded or unprotected. I dare say, the three were all officers,
and one of them might have been of the marines. That they had assistance
is certain, and it was because I felt assured they had a force secreted
at hand, that I went in quest of the reinforcement.”
There was so much plausibility, and, in fact, so much truth in all this,
that conviction was unwillingly admitted by Borroughcliffe, who walked
aside a moment to conceal the confusion which, in spite of his ordinary
inflexibility of countenance, he felt was manifesting itself in his
rubric visage, while he muttered:
“The amphibious dog! he was a soldier, but a traitor and an enemy. No
doubt he will have a marvelous satisfaction in delighting the rebellious
ears of his messmates, by rehearsing the manner in which he poured cold
water down the back of one Borroughcliffe, of the --th, who was amusing
him, at the same time, by pouring good, rich, south-side Madeira down
his own rebellious throat. I have a good mind to exchange my scarlet
coat for a blue jacket, on purpose to meet the sly rascal on the other
element, where we can discuss the matter over again. Well, sergeant, do
you find the other two?”
“They are gone together, your honor,” returned the orderly, who just
then re-entered from an examination of the other apartments; “and unless
the evil one helped them off, it's a mysterious business to me.”
“Colonel Howard,” said Borroughcliffe, gravely, “your precious
south-side cordial must be banished from the board, regularly with the
cloth, until I have my revenge; for satisfaction of this insult is mine
to claim, and I seek it this instant Go, Drill; detail a guard for the
protection of the house, and feed the rest of your command, then beat
the general, and we will take the field. Ay! my worthy veteran host, for
the first time since the days of the unlucky Charles Stuart, there shall
be a campaign in the heart of England.”
“Ah! rebellion, rebellion! accursed, unnatural, unholy rebellion, caused
the calamity then and now!” exclaimed the colonel.
“Had I not better take a hasty refreshment for my men and their horses?”
asked the cornet; “and then make a sweep for a few miles along the
coast? It may be my luck to encounter the fugitives, or some part of
their force.”
“You have anticipated my very thoughts,” returned Borroughcliffe. “The
Cacique of Pedee may close the gates of St. Ruth, and, by barring
the windows, and arming the servants, he can make a very good defence
against an attack, should they think proper to assail our fortress;
after he has repulsed them, leave it to me to cut off their retreat.”
Dillon but little relished this proposal; for he thought an attempt to
storm the abbey would be the most probable course adopted by Griffith,
in order to rescue his mistress; and the jurist had none of the spirit
of a soldier in his composition. In truth, it was this deficiency that
had induced him to depart in person, the preceding night, in quest of
the reinforcement, instead of sending an express on the errand, But
the necessity of devising an excuse for a change in this dangerous
arrangement was obviated by Colonel Howard, who exclaimed, as soon as
Borroughcliffe concluded his plan:
“To me, Captain Borroughcliffe, belongs, of right, the duty of defending
St. Ruth, and it shall be no boy's play to force my works; but Kit would
rather try his chance in the open field, I know, Come, let us to our
breakfast, and then he shall mount, and act as a guide to the horse,
along the difficult passes of the seashore.”
“To breakfast then let it be,” cried the captain; “I distrust not my
new commander of the fortress; and in the field the Cacique forever! We
follow you, my worthy host.”
This arrangement was hastily executed in all its parts. The gentlemen
swallowed their meal in the manner of men who ate only to sustain
nature, and as a duty; after which the whole house became a scene of
bustling activity. The troops were mustered and paraded; Borroughcliffe,
setting apart a guard for the building, placed himself at the head of
the remainder of his little party, and they moved out of the courtyard
in open order, and at quick time. Dillon joyfully beheld himself mounted
on one of the best of Colonel Howard's hunters, where he knew that
he had the control, in a great measure, of his own destiny; his
bosom throbbing with a powerful desire to destroy Griffith, while he
entertained a lively wish to effect his object without incurring any
personal risk. At his side was the young cornet, seated with
practised grace in his saddle, who, after giving time for the party of
foot-soldiers to clear the premises, glanced his eye along the few files
he led, and then gave the word to move. The little division of horse
wheeled briskly into open column, and the officer touching his cap to
Colonel Howard, they dashed through the gateway together, and pursued
their route towards the seaside at a hand-gallop.
The veteran lingered a few minutes, while the clattering of hoofs was to
be heard, or the gleam of arms was visible, to hear and gaze at sounds
and sights that he still loved; after which, he proceeded, in person,
and not without a secret enjoyment of the excitement, to barricade the
doors and windows, with an undaunted determination of making, in case of
need, a stout defence.
St. Ruth lay but a short two miles from the ocean; to which numerous
roads led, through the grounds of the abbey, which extended to the
shore. Along one of these paths Dillon conducted his party, until, after
a few minutes of hard riding, they approached the cliffs, when, posting
his troopers under cover of a little copse, the cornet rode in advance
with his guide, to the verge of the perpendicular rocks, whose bases
were washed by the foam that still whitened the waters from the surges
of the subsiding sea.
The gale had broken before the escape of the prisoners; and as the power
of the eastern tempest had gradually diminished, a light current from
the south, that blew directly along the land, prevailed; and, though the
ocean still rolled in fearful billows, their surfaces were smooth, and
they were becoming, at each moment, less precipitous and more regular.
The eyes of the horsemen were cast in vain over the immense expanse of
water that was glistening brightly under the rays of the sun, which had
just risen from its bosom, in quest of some object or distant sail that
might confirm their suspicions, or relieve their doubts. But everything
of that description appeared to have avoided the dangerous navigation
during the violence of the late tempest, and Dillon, was withdrawing his
eyes in disappointment from the vacant view, when, as they fell towards
the shore, he beheld that which caused him to exclaim:
“There they go! and, by heaven, they will escape!”
The cornet looked in the direction of the other's finger, when he
beheld, at a short distance from the land, and apparently immediately
under his feet, a little boat that looked like a dark shell upon the
water, rising and sinking amid the waves, as if the men it obviously
contained were resting on their oars in idle expectation.
“'Tis they!” continued Dillon; “or, what is more probable, it is their
boat waiting to convey them to their vessel; no common business would
induce seamen to lie in this careless manner, within such a narrow
distance of the surf.”
“And what is to be done? They cannot be made to feel horse where
they are; nor would the muskets of the foot be of any use. A light
three-pounder would do its work handsomely on them!”
The strong desire which Dillon entertained to intercept, or rather to
destroy, the party, rendered him prompt at expedients. After a moment of
musing, he replied:
“The runaways must yet be on the land; and by scouring the coast, and
posting men at proper intervals, their retreat can easily be prevented;
in the mean time I will ride under the spur to----bay, where one of his
majesty's cutters now lies at anchor. It is but half an hour of hard
riding, and I can be on board of her. The wind blows directly in her
favor; and if we can once bring her down behind that headland, we shall
infallibly cut off or sink these midnight depredators.”
“Off, then!” cried the cornet, whose young blood was boiling for a
skirmish; “you will at least drive them to the shore, where I can deal
with them.”
The words were hardly uttered, before Dillon, after galloping furiously
along the cliffs, and turning short into a thick wood that lay in his
route, was out of sight. The loyalty of this gentleman was altogether
of a calculating nature, and was intimately connected with what he
considered his fealty to himself. He believed that the possession of
Miss Howard's person and fortune were advantages that would much more
than counterbalance any elevation that he was likely to obtain by the
revolution of affairs in his native colony. He considered Griffith as
the only natural obstacle to his success; and he urged his horse forward
with a desperate determination to work the ruin of the young sailor
before another sun had set. When a man labors in an evil cause, with
such feelings, and with such incentives, he seldom slights or neglects
his work; and Mr. Dillon, accordingly, was on board the Alacrity several
minutes short of the time in which he had promised to perform the
distance.
The plain old seaman, who commanded the cutter, listened to his tale
with cautious ears; and examined into the state of the weather, and
other matters connected with his duty, with the slow and deliberate
decision of one who had never done much to acquire a confidence in
himself, and who had been but niggardly rewarded for the little he had
actually performed.
As Dillon was urgent, however, and the day seemed propitious, he at
length decided to act as he was desired, and the cutter was accordingly
gotten under way.
A crew of something less than fifty men moved with no little of their
commander's deliberation; but as the little vessel rounded the point
behind which she had been anchored, her guns were cleared, and the usual
preparations were completed for immediate and actual service.
Dillon, sorely against his will, was compelled to continue on board, in
order to point out the place where the suspecting boatmen were expected,
to be entrapped. Everything being ready, when they had gained a safe
distance from the land, the Alacrity was kept away before the wind, and
glided along the shore with a swift and easy progress that promised a
speedy execution of the business in which her commander had embarked.