cleared his throat, the pipes had long been lit, but still it was not
forthcoming. Mrs. Teague at last announced that it was engaged by the
"jintleman in the parlour." The patience of the party lasted half an
hour longer, when the clamorous calls for news dictated the step of
sending a message to the stranger. It met with an ungracious reception.
At this moment some one came in with the intelligence that a suspicious
looking craft was hovering off the coast, and that the lieutenant (whose
absence was thus accounted for) was about to put off in his galley to
bring her to and overhaul her.

A second and a third message to the parlour having met with the same
success as the first, the ire of all began to rise, and after a
clamorous discussion it was at last resolved, (it was now broad
daylight,) that they should go in a body and storm the enemy's quarters.
The room was situated at the other end of the house, and thither they
proceeded, after a few preliminary difficulties had been arranged as to
who should first lead the way. But if the lieutenant had been astonished
at the disappearance of the stranger the preceding night, much greater
was the surprise evinced on the present occasion on finding the room
again tenantless. It had evidently only just been vacated; but what
created the greatest sensation was the discovery of the smoking remains
of the ---- Journal, on the hood of the fireplace! Every one crowded
around, and presently intelligence was brought that the stranger,
carrying his enormous carpet bag had been seen walking at a great speed
towards Shorne Cove, a retired little spot within a short distance of
the harbour. As is often the case on such occasions, several minutes
elapsed before any plan was determined upon, but some one at last wisely
suggested that if he was to be pursued, no time ought to be lost. The
appearance of the strange vessel on the coast, and the day's occurrence,
were connected together, as they hurried onwards in the pursuit; but