out to your cost if we came across one just now."
The voice that replied was not Sam's, but that of the captain, who had come forward to get a clearer sweep of the horizon ahead with his glass.
"Do you think it likely, sir, that we may meet with any of the rascals?" asked Sam.
"Not at all unlikely," replied the captain, fixing his glass and putting it to his eye, "though I don't think it likely that we shall be attacked, as we are large and don't look like a richly freighted merchant-man. However, there is no saying. These scoundrels fear nothing, and when hard up will attack anything but a man-of-war. I half suspect that I am looking at one of them now."
This latter announcement, calmly uttered, threw all who heard it into quite a flutter of excitement.
The captain was a big, dark-skinned, bearded man, with a quiet, half-humorous, half-sarcastic expression of countenance.
"Do you really think it is a pirate?" asked Robin, eagerly.
I really do," replied the captain, "and I fear we may have to run out of our course to avoid her. You see, I am a man of peace, and abhor bloodshed, therefore I won't fight if I can help it."
Saying this he gave orders to have the course of the steamer changed.
