After spending a couple of days at Rockhill Cottage (for that was the name of the colonel’s residence), Lieutenant Collinson, accompanied by Bill, returned on board.  Each time, however, that the lieutenant went to the colonel’s house he took Bill with him, who, accordingly, found himself thoroughly at home there.  Sally especially won his affections.  She sometimes in her kindness reminded him of his mother, only she was a great deal larger and fatter, and her skin was very black.  “But, after all,” as Bill observed, “what has that to do with it?  It’s the heart that I am talking about, the nature of which just comes out through the eyes and acts; and even mother could not be much kinder than Sally sometimes is, though, to be sure, she can knock the black boys about pretty smartly; but then maybe they deserve it, and their heads are somewhat thick, so that they don’t feel when she comes down with a frying-pan on the top of them.”

At length the corvette got put to rights; and stores and provisions having been taken on board, the admiral ordered her away on a cruise.

Mr Collinson looked somewhat sad when he bade Miss Ellen Lydall farewell.

“We shall be back soon, however,” he said.

He did his best to keep up his spirits; and he told the young lady to do the same.  As the carriage drove off, Bill saw her watching it, and she did not move from the point of the garden which commanded the road as long as it was in sight.

The Lilly was to be some time absent: to proceed to the westward, and then to come round the northern coast of Cuba, in search of the privateers, which were an excessive annoyance to the English merchantmen passing through those seas.  They had been at sea some days, and had seen no vessels.

“Well, Grimshaw,” said Bill, “you see we have not had yellow Jack aboard yet, and I hope, in spite of what you have said, he will not pay us a visit.”

“Don’t sing out yet, Master Bill,” answered old Grim.  “Just stay till we have been into some of the harbours we shall have to visit, or been becalmed for a week together, with the water in the tank so hot that it pretty well scalds your mouth to drink it, and no need of a fire in the galley, because as how we can cook the meat by just hanging it up in the sun.”

Bill laughed.  “It must be pretty hot for that,” he observed; “and I didn’t expect we should have it much hotter than we have had it already.”

“Wait a bit, boy, wait a bit,” answered Grimshaw.  “Now, you youngsters, what are you skylarking away there for?” he shouted out to several of the lads, who were, as usual, in spite of the hot sun, frolicking about in the rigging, accompanied by Queerface, the monkey.

Just as he spoke, Tommy Rebow was hunting the animal from shroud to backstay, up over the mast-head and down again.  At last, Master Queerface made a spring out on the fore-yard.  Tommy pursued him with thoughtless eagerness, and, in his attempt to get hold of him, lost his grasp.  Over he went.  In vain he caught at the foot-rope; and giving a turn, struck the water with his head.  Down beneath the surface he went.  Bill saw him falling, and knew well he could not swim.  In spite of old Grim’s caution about the sharks, without a moment’s hesitation in he plunged, and swam towards the spot where Tommy had gone down.

“A man overboard!  A man overboard!” was shouted by numbers who saw the accident.

The corvette was going at the rate of only three or four knots through the water.  Bill swam rapidly on, his eye fixed on the centre of the circle made by Tommy as he fell.

“He’s gone!  He’s gone!” shouted out several voices from the ship.  Tommy, however, quickly again came to the surface, and Bill caught him as he appeared.

“A shark!  A shark!” cried several voices.

Among the first who saw the shark was Jack Windy.  He had a large knife in his hand, employed in some work, and, without waiting to cry out, overboard he went, and swam up to where the boys were struggling in the water.  Old Grimshaw at the moment saw the danger of his young friend, and not knowing what Jack was about, overboard he went, with a boat’s stretcher in his hand, purporting to do battle with the monster.  At that instant the captain came on deck.

“Who’s overboard?” he asked.

“Bill Sunnyside Sunshine Bill, sir,” cried out several voices.

“The lad whom I promised his widowed mother to protect,” thought the captain, for he scarcely uttered the words aloud.

He had on a light silk jacket.  There was no necessity to throw that off, but taking his watch out of his pocket, he handed it to one of the midshipmen, and, in another instant, he also was overboard, and swimming away towards Bill and Tommy.

“Turn on your back, Tommy!” cried Bill.  “If you catch me round the neck, we shall both be drowned.”

Tommy was too much frightened to understand what Bill said.  The latter had, therefore, to tear himself from his grasp, and to swim away a little distance, only to return, however, to seize him by the collar.

The monster of the deep during this time had been eyeing the human beings in the water.  Had there been only one, he would have attacked him immediately; but the number of persons swimming about made him somewhat timid.  Jack, seeing that Bill was handling Tommy scientifically, kept his eye on the spot where he had seen the shark.

“Come on,” he shouted, when he saw Grimshaw in the water; “we two will tackle the brute.  And here comes our skipper, God bless him!  He will look after the boys.”

Mr Barker meantime had hove the ship to, and a boat was lowered, into which Mr Collinson had leaped with four hands, who were pulling with all their might towards the spot, though of course they had by this time some distance to go.

The captain swam on towards Bill and Tommy, and came up just as the latter had got Bill a second time round the throat.

Those on board had been watching Jack with intense anxiety.  Once the monster was seen to be darting towards the captain, but, as he approached, Jack struck out towards him with his knife in his hand, while Grimshaw beat the water with his stick.  The effect was to startle the shark.  Jack dived; but, to the horror of all, a patch of blood appeared on the surface directly afterwards.  None expected to see Jack Windy again.  The next instant, however, up he came, shouting out

“I’ve done for him!  I’ve done for him!”

Meantime, Grimshaw was swimming round and round where the boys and the captain were, shouting, and kicking, and beating the water, which he continued to do till the boat came up to the spot.

“Take in the boys and the captain,” he shouted out; “we will hold our own against the sharks.”

There was little time to be lost, however, for the monster defeated by Jack was not the only one.  Several others, attracted by the blood of their companion, came swimming swiftly towards the spot.  The captain and the two boys were quickly hauled on board.  Grimshaw was taken in next, and Jack had only just time to draw in his legs, before a huge shark, turning up the white of its belly, appeared close to the side of the boat.

“If I had been ready for you, you would have repented your boldness, Master Shark,” cried Jack, as he saw the monster retreat, disappointed of its prey.

At first the captain thought that it was Bill who had first tumbled overboard; but when he found that he had leaped in to save Tommy Rebow, he praised him greatly; and from that day Bill became even a greater favourite than before with all on board.  Sometimes prosperity spoils people.  It was not the case with Sunshine Bill.

The ship had been at sea for some weeks, beating to the westward, when she rounded Cape Saint Antonio, the western coast of Cuba, and stood towards the coast of Florida.  At length, one morning at daybreak, two vessels were seen about four miles away to the southward.  One was a brig, the other a schooner.

The Lilly instantly made sail towards them, setting all the canvas she could spread.  As soon as she was seen, the schooner made sail, evidently to escape her.  The breeze freshened, and she was soon up with the brig, which was seen to be an English merchant-vessel.  As they passed her a voice hailed

“We have been plundered by a privateer or pirate, and should have had our throats cut, had not you come up.”

“We will return to you as soon as we can catch her,” answered Captain Trevelyan, not wishing to run the risk of losing the privateer by heaving-to at that time.

Accordingly, the Lilly stood on.  Though the schooner was a fast vessel, the Lilly, bringing up the breeze, was quickly overhauling her.  As the corvette drew near, the schooner was seen to have her decks crowded with men; and presently, to show that she was not about to yield without a struggle, a couple of shot were fired from her after-guns.  They were evidently aimed with the hopes of cutting away some of the Lilly’s rigging.  The corvette replied with her bowchasers, the schooner firing again and again in return.

Several of the best marksmen on board tried their hands, in the hopes of knocking away some of the schooner’s rigging instead.  At length Mr Collinson stepped up to the gun.  He fired, and down came the schooner’s mainsail.  He had shot away the jaws of the maingaff.

A shout rose from the deck of the English ship.  On she stood, with her broadside ready to rake her antagonist, who had fallen off before the wind.  Just as she was about to deliver her fire, a man jumped into the main rigging and shouted out

“We surrender!” the French flag having already come down with the peak.

“Lower your sails, then, and we will send a boat on board,” cried Captain Trevelyan.

Mr Collinson instantly jumped into the boat which was lowered, and boarded the schooner.  Her crew were a motley set of Frenchmen, Spaniards, mulattoes, and blacks.  They cast anything but pleasant looks at their captors, and it was very evident that if they had dared they would have hove them quickly overboard again.

Mr Collinson having received the sword of their commander, ordered them to prepare to quit the vessel.  The other boats of the corvette were very quickly alongside with armed crews, who began at once to remove the people from the prize.  When the greater number were conveyed on board the corvette, the captain told Mr Collinson to take charge of the schooner with a prize crew, and to carry her round to Jamaica.  The lieutenant received the order with no little satisfaction, hoping that he should thus again have an opportunity of renewing his visits at Rock Hill Cottage.