I assured them that, brilliant as their victories would doubtless be, we should have good cause to thank God if their fighting powers and new-born valour were never put to the test.
The pinnace was fully equipped and ready to sail, while yet no idea of the surprise we were preparing for her had dawned upon my wife, and I permitted the boys, who had kept the secret so well, to fire a salute when we entered the bay.
Casting off from the ship, and spreading the sail, our voyage began. The pinnace glided swiftly through the water; I stood at the helm, Ernest and Jack manned the guns, and Fritz gave the word of command, “Fire!” Bang! bang! rattled out a thrilling report, which echoed and re-echoed among the cliffs, followed by our shouts and hurrahs.
The mother and her little boy rushed hastily forward from near the tent, and we could plainly see their alarm and astonishment; but speedily recognising us, they waved joyfully, and came quickly to the landing-place to meet us.
By skilful management we brought the pinnace near a projection of the bank, and Fritz assisted his mother to come on board, where, breathless with haste and excitement, she exclaimed, “You dear, horrid, wonderful people, shall I scold you or praise you? You have frightened me out of my wits! To see a beautiful little ship come sailing in was startling enough, for I could not conceive who might be on board, but the report of your guns made me tremble with fear—and had I not recognised your voices directly after, I should have run away with Franz—Heaven knows where! But have you really done all this work yourselves?” she continued, when we had been forgiven for terrifying her with our vainglorious salute. “What a charming little yacht! I should not be afraid to sail in this myself.”
After the pinnace had been shown off, and received the admiration she deserved, while our industry, skill, and perseverance met with boundless praise. “Now,” said my wife,
