Frank looked down the river, and saw that the staunch little sloop had already run the blockade, and was standing boldly toward the island. Her appearance was sudden and wholly unexpected, and several of the coast-guards sprang to their feet, and a dozen sails were half-way up the mast in a twinkling; but, as soon as they discovered that it was not the Alert, they quickly returned to their posts, and, in a moment, all the bustle and confusion was over.
The eye of every boy in the squadron was now directed toward Glen's Creek, expecting, every moment, to see the schooner round the point.
The Champion had accomplished, perhaps, half the distance across the river, when the Alert suddenly shot from Duck's Creek, and, hauling around before the wind, ran in between two of the blockading fleet, so close as to almost graze them, and stood toward the foot of the island.
