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Occasionally a pursuing sea cast the stern upward, as if about to throw it in advance of the bows; but le Feu-Follet was too much accustomed to this treatment to be disturbed, and she ever rose on the billow, like a bubble, and then the glancing arrow scarce surpassed the speed with which she hastened forward, as if to recover lost time.
Do you not know that this lugger was the notorious French privateer, le Feu-Follet?" "I know they say so now, Signori; but the vice-governatore and I supposed her to be ze Ving-y-Ving." "And do you not know that the prisoner is actually Raoul Yvard; of your own knowledge, I mean?" "Corpo di Bacco!
The search was ineffectual, however; and when the lugger came out into the open sea, all expectation of further success, of this nature, was reluctantly abandoned. As le Feu-Follet was now in dangerous proximity to three cruisers of the enemy, the moment was one that called for decision.
Two hours, though they brought the sun, with the activity and hum of the morning, had made no great change in the relative positions of things within and without the bay. The people of le Feu-Follet had breakfasted, had got everything on board their little craft in its proper place, and were moody, observant, and silent.
"Fear nothing, dearest," answered Raoul, "they cannot suspect us; and we may learn something useful by being here. At all events, le Feu-Follet is safe from their designs, just at this moment." "Are you boatmen of Capri?" called out Griffin, who stood on the taffrail of the ship, with Cuffe and the two Italians near by; the first dictating the questions his lieutenant put.
The studding-sails and royals had been taken in twenty minutes earlier; the bowlines were now all hauled, and the frigate was brought close upon the wind. Still the chase was evidently hopeless, the little Feu-Follet having everything as much to her mind as if she had ordered the weather expressly to show her powers.
To own the truth, Raoul was in no hurry to sail, for the longer his departure was protracted the longer would he have the happiness of retaining the lovely girl on board; and the zephyr of the succeeding day would be almost certain to carry le Feu-Follet up to the island-like promontory of Monte Argentaro, the point where stood the watch-towers of which Carlo was the keeper, and in one of which he resided.
"Signore," she said, dropping her eyes to the floor, for the gaze of all the court was fastened on her face "I am aquainted with Raoul Yvard, the person you mention; this is he who sits between those two cannon. He is a Frenchman, and he does command the lugger called the Feu-Follet."
"Had he done it an hour earlier, le Feu-Follet would not have been set up on these rocks, like a vessel in a ship-yard mais, mes enfans, courage! We'll yet see if our beautiful lugger cannot be saved." If there were stoicism and bitterness in this answer, there was not deliberate cruelty.
The men never behaved better; and down to the moment when we last cheered I was as sure of le Feu-Follet as I ever was of my own promotion." "Aye, they needn't call her le Few-Folly any longer the Great Folly being a better name. What the devil did you cheer for at all, sir? did you ever know a Frenchman cheer in your life?
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