YELLOW RUFE’S FINISH.

“How bears the flare?” Dolores demanded, steadying the helm.

“Three points on lee-bow!” came from aloft.

“Sing out when we point for it!” Dolores gave the wheel a few spokes, and at her command the main-sheet was rendered until the schooner fell off from the wind, and Stumpy hailed: “Steady! She heads fair for it!”

“Does it still burn?”

“Aye, blazing bright! And low down, too, for the seas hide it every moment!”

“Keep thy eyes skinned, and seek for the sloop, too.”

The schooner came to a more even keel as she squared away from the gale, and the splendid speed of the craft sent a thrill through Dolores, as through the less impressionable pirate of the gang. Fast as Rufe’s