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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Mate," he said, "it's the same sloop that followed us before. It makes me feel better. We know what's about the best she can do. If this wind holds, I think we can fetch Vera Cruz at nightfall. No one Yankee'd dare to follow us under the guns of San Juan de Ulua." "I reckon not," slowly responded the mate of the Goshhawk, "but we don't need to get under that chap's bow-chasers, either."
There was not a cloud in the sky, indeed, and the Goshhawk was skimming along under full sail so steadily that part of her crew had nothing better to do than to lie around on the deck, and feel satisfied that the breeze was so very good.
The excitement on board the Goshhawk had been at fever heat, but it was now diminishing rapidly, for she did not contain a man who was not well pleased to see the Portsmouth give the matter up. All signs of mutiny disappeared, of course, for there was no more duty of a military character to be required of the men.
Señor Zuroaga himself sat curled up under his waterproof well aft, and now and then he appeared to be chuckling, as if he knew something which amused him. Half an hour later, when all the lights of the Goshhawk suddenly went out, he actually broke into a ringing laugh. Her course was changed to almost due north at that very moment.
Ned was feeling a certain degree of curiosity as to what kind of carriage was to carry him, when Señor Zuroaga beckoned him to one side and said: "We shall be with Colonel Tassara's party only the first day. But I have been thinking. When we were on the Goshhawk, you told me that you had never ridden a horse in your life " "Why, I'm a city boy," interrupted Ned.
If there were any that did not succeed, I can't say where they may have gone to just now." "The Goshhawk " began Ned, but the señor gripped his arm hard, while he raised his right hand and pointed up the road. "Silence!" he commanded, in a sharp whisper. "Look! there he comes. Don't even call him by his name. Wait and hear what he has to say. He can tell us what has become of the bark.
So Ned made up, more or less, for the sleep he had lost during the long race of the Goshhawk, and it was not early when he came on deck the next morning. When he did so, he found his duties as nominal supercargo cut out for him, and Captain Kemp appeared to be especially anxious that a son of one of the owners should supervise whatever was to be done with the peaceable part of his cargo.
It was also quite the correct thing in good manners for him to say but little, and he was the better able to hear what the others were saying. Therefore, he could hardly help taking note that none of the party at the dinner-table said anything about the powder on the Goshhawk, or concerning a possible trip to be made to Oaxaca by any one there.
What's pretty good, too, we have been paid all our insurance money for the loss of the Goshhawk, and our firm has been given a contract to furnish supplies for the army. I shall be down on the gulf before long myself, in charge of a supply ship, and I can make inquiries about Ned. He will turn up all right."
Dinner was now ready, and Ned voted it a prime good one, for it consisted mainly of chicken, with capital corn-cakes and coffee. It was a tremendous improvement upon the dinners he had been eating at sea, cooked in the peculiar style of the caboose of the Goshhawk.
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