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In another minute, instead of ploughing her way slowly and doggedly to windward, the Talisman ran swiftly before the breeze towards a dark object which at a distance resembled a boat with a mast and a small flag flying from it. "It is a raft, I think," observed the second lieutenant, as he adjusted the telescope more perfectly. "You are right, and I think there is someone on it," said Mulroy.
Mulroy cruised far and wide for fully a week; then he gave up the chase as hopeless. Two days after the breaking of the storm that wrecked the Wasp, the Talisman's prow was turned northward towards Sandy Cove. It was the close of a calm beautiful evening when this was done. A gentle breeze fanned the topsails, although it failed to ruffle the sea.
The will in question was made by the late Father M'Garvey of Milford, a little village near Mulroy Bay in Donegal, notable chiefly as the scene of the murder of the late Earl of Leitrim. Father M'Garvey, who died in March last, left by this will to religious and charitable uses the whole of his property, save £800 bequeathed in it to his niece, Mrs. O'Connor.
The fire burst through the hatchways, and in a short time began to leap up the rigging. It now became necessary to make arrangements for the saving of the crew. "Nothing more can be done, Mr Mulroy," said Montague, in a calm voice that accorded ill with the state of his mind. "Get the boats ready, and order the men to assemble on the quarter-deck."
Mulroy turned back: "No," said he; "but you ought to know that when a seaman is aware of the existence of an island, and knows that he is near it, a short time will suffice to enable him to find it." Again he was about to turn away, when Dick cried out, "Stay, sir; will you stand by me if I show you the way?" "I will not deceive you," said Mulroy bluntly.
"Your late comrades have escaped me," said the first lieutenant; "but you may depend upon it, I will catch the villains in the long run." "It'll be a pretty long run before you do," remarked the man, sulkily. Mulroy looked sternly at him. "You forget," said he, "that you are a prisoner. Let me advise you to be at least civil in your manner and tone.
Mulroy had visited the Isle of Palms, and found that the pirates had flown. The mate of the Avenger and his companions had taken advantage of the opportunity of escape afforded them by Gascoyne, and had hastily quitted their rendezvous, with as much of the most valuable portion of their booty as the boat could carry.
"Steady." "Back the topsails, Mr Mulroy." The sails were backed at once, and the ship became motionless with her broadside to the village. "What are we to do now, Mr Gascoyne," inquired Montague, smiling in spite of himself at the strange position in which he found himself. "Fire away at the village as hard as you can," replied Gascoyne, returning the smile.
Mulroy, who, with telescope in hand, watched the progress of the fight with great anxiety. He saw that it was impossible for the boats to reach the shore in time to render efficient aid.
These facts were not lost upon the first lieutenant of the Talisman, Mr Mulroy, who, with telescope in hand, watched the progress of the fight with great anxiety. He saw that it was impossible for the boats to reach the shore in time to render efficient aid.
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