“What’s the cause of all the noise we have heard?” said Sir Francis; “has some village festival spontaneously burst forth among the rustics of this place?”

“I cannot tell the cause of it,” said Henry Bannerworth; “but they seem to me to be coming towards this place.”

“Indeed!”

“I think so too,” said Marchdale.

“With what object?” inquired Sir Francis Varney.

“No peaceable one,” observed Henry; “for, as far I can observe, they struck across the country, as though they would enclose something, or intercept somebody.”

“Indeed! but why come here?”

“If I knew that I could have at once told the cause.”

“And they appear armed with a variety of odd weapons,” observed Sir Francis; “they mean an attack upon some one!  Who is that man with them? he seems to be deprecating their coming.”

“That appears to be Mr. Chillingworth,” said Henry; “I think that is he.”

“Yes,” observed the admiral; “I think I know the build of that craft; he’s been in our society before.  I always know a ship as soon as I see it.”

“Does you, though?” said Jack.

“Yea; what do you mean, eh? let me hear what you’ve got to say against your captain and your admiral, you mutinous dog; you tell me, I say.”

“So I will; you thought you were fighting a big ship in a fog, and fired a dozen broadsides or so, and it was only the Flying Dutchman, or the devil.”

“You infernal dog—­”

“Well, you know it was; it might a been our own shadow for all I can tell.  Indeed, I think it was.”

“You think!”

“Yes.”

“That’s mutiny; I’ll have no more to do with you, Jack Pringle; you’re no seaman, and have no respect for your officer.  Now sheer off, or I’ll cut your yards.”

“Why, as for my yards, I’ll square ’em presently if I like, you old swab; but as for leaving you, very well; you have said so, and you shall be accommodated, d——­e; however, it was not so when your nob was nearly rove through with a boarding pike; it wasn’t ’I’ll have no more to do with Jack Pringle’ then, it was more t’other.”

“Well, then, why be so mutinous?”

“Because you aggrawates me.”

The cries of the mob became more distinct as they drew nearer to the party, who began to evince some uneasiness as to their object.

“Surely,” said Marchdale, “Mr. Chillingworth has not named anything respecting the duel that has taken place.”

“No, no.”

“But he was to have been here this morning,” said the admiral.  “I understood he was to be here in his own character of a surgeon, and yet I have not seen him; have any of you?”

“No,” said Henry.

“Then here he comes in the character of conservator of the public peace,” said Varney, coldly; “however, I believe that his errand will be useless since the affair is, I presume, concluded.”