The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

vteVy oodll) at1juit,1(1-d i fit)s 1h)`. t- a, }ii51 the
wval1, cndcavourin) to copesL iim"sell 101
tlistrttrbed (slumlbe:.r during l tlhe niglht, when the
s<.11(tlds (of t Ihe ap):roa(:ing lot otstc()s w\arlted hin'~ to..s:;ilnme the appearattt:ce of \watchfilleiss.
I fHow 1t\w:: feillowt t:, cried 0 iloroughclifl t'whtat have you to say to 3!your charge?"
" I bcthetvc tlhe mten stleeI, your honoutr; tfri I
that:e eard t o t noises f'rorn tte Irooms since I relitnrd t 11 last sentitncil.'!"I8tce tla<Is arte \'weary, atnd are right to cattcht
Whiat sleep thrley cat in tlheir comfortable tquarters>'
rtturn}ed the capItain1. " Statnd to your arms, 1.t I t.
Ira hi an: d tlhrow ack youtr shoulders;'ald dIo not
mtove like. a cra>1), or a;trainbandl co.) tpo:ral; 4do y(ou
1(1t see an offie r of horse coming up1? Would
owl dis t grace.. youro reimtent!s'
"Ab, h! your' iono11ur}, heaven only know(s ivhef(er I sthatll xc get,oy shoulders even ag,ain."I
3 t II yanot'her 1);atte'r," saiti Borroughelc liel},
slippint, a shilling into his handl; " observe, yout
kmow \\nothing y1) l t your duty.'
h W~ticht is, your hotlnou ------—'
"''o nmind net and bte silent. lut here comes
the sergeant with his guard, he will relieve you."'l'he rest of the party lthad stop)ped at the othe.r
end of thle gallelry, to allow the few f iles of sol
diersl' who were ledl by t(he orderly to pass them,
w\}hen.n) they all moved towl-ard the prisons itn a body.
1' the sentintcl was relieved in 1dute milittary style;
wh}en DI)illon placed his hand ol one of the dt0oors
and said, with a maliciotus sneer,
()pen here first, Mr. Sergeant; this cage holds
theO 10tfltI \we most wan t.)
Softly, softly, y fLord Chief tJustice, and
umost putissant Cacique," s8aid the captain; thli
hour lthas not yet come to empannell a jtr'y of Iht