"I can't tell you. She stopped us and asked a few questions and then slipped away in the darkness."
"What warship was she?"
"The Pocastra, from Vladivostok. I think she used to be in the merchant service and was built over for the navy."
The captain of the British steamer could give no further information, and so resumed his course, and the master of the Columbia did likewise.
"Ain't very nice news, is it?" said Tom Grandon.
"It's very unpleasant news," returned Captain Ponsberry, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"What can we do, Tom? Trust to luck that we get into Nagasaki harbor, or some other port, in safety."
"We'll have to keep a sharp lookout for anything that looks like a warship, unless, of course, she flies a Japanese flag."
Word was passed around to those who could be trusted, and all day long one of the mates and a foremast hand were kept on the lookout, taking turns at looking through the best glass the schooner possessed.
"This is almost as exciting as being in a war," said Larry, when he was on duty with Luke.
