when they arrived at the seashore, the mysterious man and his carpet bag
were no longer visible, unless a large boat which was pulling out to sea
as fast as wind and tide would permit, gave a clue to his invisibility.
Every eye was now cast out for the strange sail.

About a mile from the pier-head, a large lugger under a press of canvass
was seen coming down the wind, with the galley in close pursuit. From
the freshness of the wind and the quantity of sail she was able to
carry, it was evident that the king's boat had little chance with her.
As the chase came careering along, dropping the galley rapidly astern,
the interest hinged on the apparent connexion between her and the boat
which had just left Shorne Cove with its unknown freight. From their
relative situations it was evident she must bring to for a short space
if she intended to pick up the fugitive; and this delay might possibly
enable the galley to draw her. For a few minutes the scene was one of
exciting interest. The lugger broached to as had been anticipated, and
she had scarcely shipped the strange boat's crew, when the galley
pitching bows under was close in her wake. But it was too late. The
lugger had no sooner paid off, so as to get the wind again abaft the
beam, than she rapidly got way on her, and the wind continuing to
freshen, in half an hour she was all but hull down.

The night passed not over the heads of the good folks of Lanport,
without numberless recriminations on the stupidity which had been
displayed in not arresting the stranger before it was too late; and
the ferment was not lessened on the arrival of another copy of the
---- Journal, which contained a paragraph headed with the glittering
words, "ONE THOUSAND POUNDS REWARD."

VYVYAN.