"I remember," said the boy.

"And the slaver in the distance, with her soft white sails and
treacherous business."

"And the sparkling moon upon the bay."

"It was very beautiful; and we have a night now almost its equal."

"Did you notice how stoutly that Lieutenant Bezan swam with me?"

"Yes, brother. You forget, though, that he is Captain Bezan now,"
she added.

"Father told me so," said the boy. "How fearfully the tide ran, and
the current set against us! He held me way up above the water, while
he was quite under it himself," continued Ruez. "I was sure he would
drown; didn't it seem so to you, sister?"

"It did, it did; the deed was most gallantly done," said Isabella,
as she stooped down and kissed her brother; "and you will never be
so careless again, Ruez?"

"No, sister. I shall be more. careful, but I should like to see that
Captain Bezan again. I have never seen him since that night, and his
barracks are within pistol shot from here."

"Hark! what was that?" asked Isabella, starting at some unusual
noise.