Chapter 76 CHAPTER XXXVI.

THE CHASE.

"With sloping masts and dipping prow,

As who pursued with yell and blow

Still treads the shadow of his foe,

And forward bends his head,

The ship drove past, loud roared the blast,

And southward aye we fled."

"Clap on more sail, pursue, give fire––

She is my prize, or ocean whelms them all."

"So many slain––so m