Pierre, to sec
whether the frigate 'Isla' is still in that harbour, I might set you
ashore there. From St. Pierre you can get a steamer for St. Johns, and
even if you have to wait a few days you could telegraph your news as
quickly as you please."
"All right," agreed Cabot. "I shall be sorry to leave you; but if that
is the best plan you can think of I will accept it, and shall be
grateful if you will set me ashore as soon as possible."
Thus it was settled, and a few hours later the "Sea Bee" poked her nose
around Gallantry Head, and ran into the picturesque, foreign-looking
port of St. Pierre. The French frigate "Isla," that had more than once
made trouble for the Baldwins, lay in the little harbour, black and
menacing. Hoping not to be recognized, White gave her as wide a berth
as possible; but he had hardly dropped anchor when a boat--containing
an officer, and manned by six sailors--shot out from her side, and was
pulled directly towards the schooner.
CHAPTER VII.
DEFYING A FRIGATE.
"I wonder what's up now?" said White Baldwin, in a troubled tone, as he
watched the approaching man-of-war's boat.
"Mischief of some kind," growled David Gidge, as he spat fiercely into
the water. "I hain't never knowed a Frencher to be good fur nawthin'
else but mischief."
"Perhaps it's a health officer," suggested Cabot.
"It's worse than that," replied White.
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