perhaps she knows it."

"What was the signal agreed upon?" asked the first speaker of his
companion, who was silently regarding the schooner.

"A red flag at the foretopmast head, and there it goes. Yes, it is
here sure enough."

"How like a witch she looks."

"They say she will outsail anything between here and Gibraltar, in
any wind."

"What does that mean? she's going about."

"Sure enough, and up goes her foresail, they work with a will and
are in a hurry."

"She don't like the looks of something on the coast," said the
other.

The fact was, while the schooner lay under the easy sail we have
described, just off the port of Anapa, the little Russian government
steamer that plies between Odessa and the ports along the Circassian
coast held by the emperor's troops, hove in sight, having just come
down the Sea of Azoff through the Straits of Yorkcale. Her dark line
of smoke was discovered by those on board the schooner, before she
had doubled the headland of Tatman, and it was very plain, that, let
the schooner's purpose be what it might, she desired to avoid all
unnecessary observation, and especially that of the steamer.