They found that during their absence the men had worked hard, and that, except for a final scrub, the brig was now ship-shape and in good order. At four o'clock in the morning the crew were again on deck It was still dark, but the men set to with a will to scrub the decks, for, as they said, if they passed near the _Tigre_ they should not like the decks to look like those of a trader in ballast. An hour's hard work and they had finished, just as the look-out reported that the _Tigre's_ men were going aloft to loosen sails. It was light now, and in a very few minutes the canvas was spread and the anchor catted. The _Tigre_, with her great sail spread, was not yet under way, and the brig, as she laid her course west, passed a hundred yards under her stern. The _Tigress_ ran up her ensign, for the sun was just showing, and dipped it in salute. The midshipmen waved their hands to their comrades on board, and saluted more formally Sir Sidney, who stood at the bulwarks watching the craft as she passed, and who returned the salute with a cheery shout of "Well done, _Tigress_!"