We were, however, too near the schooner to hope to escape from her; but we agreed that we might lie concealed while the canoe sailed quietly by her, and that, probably, no questions would be asked.  We had some little difficulty in explaining the character of the vessel to our friends.  When they did understand it, they seemed to be much horrified, and undertook carefully to conceal us.  As we drew near the schooner, the rest of our party went below; but I wrapped myself up in a piece of matting, leaving a small aperture through which I could see what was going forward.  The schooner stood close up to us.  I was very certain that she was the pirate.  Several faces I recognised.  Among them was Captain Bruno.  At first I thought that they were going to run us down; then I dreaded that they were going to make us come alongside.  Hauling their foresail to windward, they hailed two or three times, but in a language was not understood.  At last an answer was given from the canoe.  What it was I could not tell.  It seemed to satisfy them.  To my great joy they once more let draw their foresail, and stood away from us.  This was not the last time we were to see that ill-omened craft.