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" I came off in such a hurry that I left them ashore," was the reply ; 

 and this was true, as he had nothing to show. 



" You base impostor ! " roars the captain ; " go ashore, you vaga- 

 bond, as quick as possible." 



But the officer was not going to give it up so quickly ; so he 

 ordered the helm hard down. 



.Old John Parsons had the tiller, and he was so excited that he 

 obeyed the order. Then Capt. Pattillo began to bristle up and sang 

 out, " So long as I am on board this craft, Uncle John, I am 

 master ; now, then, hard up the helm ! " This order was obeyed just 

 in time to save the vessel from going ashore on Paint's Island. 



Then followed a war of words between the pair, in which skipper 

 Pattillo was called a smuggler and other hard names ; to which he 

 replied, that all the crime he was guilty of, if crime it was, was 

 bringing home a poor, fatherless girl, for which he asked no compen- 

 sation ; but right or wrong she was safe at home. Just then a little 

 cutter made her appearance, and the exultant Bigelow said, " I have 

 you now, anyhow, and will take the vessel into Great Canso 

 Harbor." 



" You can go where you like, cutter or no cutter, but the vessel 

 will not carry the pair of us," was Capt. Pattillo's reply. "I'll 

 heave to until you go ashore for your documents, and if you are the 

 right man to receive the light-money, I will pay it ; otherwise not." 

 Thus they disagreed until " forbearance ceased to be a virtue," when 

 Capt. Pattillo made a spring at the stout official, and seizing him by 

 the throat with one hand, and taking him by the slack of his trowsers 

 with the other, lifted him over his head as though he was an infant, 

 and threw him into the boat so violently that he broke the thwart 

 when he struck ; then, casting off the boat's painter, let him find his 

 way ashore as best he might. 



But the end was not j r et. He made complaint against the master 

 of the Abigail for smuggling; and three cutters, commanded re- 

 spectively by Capts. Darby, Marshall and Stevens, were sent in 

 pursuit, with orders to take Pattillo, dead or alive I 



Meantime skipper Pattillo pursued the even tenor of his way, 

 and caught seventy barrels of mackerel. He had heard that they 

 were after him, and had armed himself with two great rocks, weigh- 

 ing one hundred and fifty pounds each, to throw into and sink any 

 boats which should attempt to board his vessel. 



On the third of October there arose a fearful gale, and in the 

 afternoon Capt. Pattillo run into Port Hood, and came to anchor 



