Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-12-10

| Britain ana her American colonies
Her speed and her formidable 'arma-
ment had made her terror to Ameri-
can vessels in European waters. Her
commander, u sea-born Englishman,
named Gilderoy, was an officer of un-
doubted courage and cunning, to which
he added Il vindictiveness that rendered
him obnoxious to many of his own
crew.
The Meteor was flying from new
and very formidable foe-Aying with
hold filled with booty. On the day pre-
ceding the one that had just closed upon
her flight, she had captured an Ameri-
can cruiser, after u spirited contest.
The prize had proved one of value, and
Capt. Gilderoy did not wish to risk an
engagement with the vessel following
in his wake,
Capt. Conyngham, the pursuer, was Il
second Paul Jones. He was one of the
most daring spirits of our then infant
navy, and his name had become q ter
ror along the coast of England. He
pursued and captured a number of
English ships, which he either burnt or
sent into friendly ports; and when he
deserted the Meteor, fresh from her vic
tory, he hesitated not a moment to
crowd all sail and give chase.
There were men on the decks of the
Revenge, as Conyngham's vessel was
appropriately named, who watched the
flying Englishman. Much speculation
concerning the result of the chase ran
through the several groups, and Conyng-
ham smiled when he turned to reply to
the words of a youthful lieutenant who
stood beside him, sea-glass in hand.
"We can outsail her, Gilbert" the
American captain said, with emphasis;
"this wind favors both of us alike, and
in the calm that will prevail, she must
lay by till day"
The young officer turned from his
captain and again his eyes were strained
to make out the form OF the ship rapid
ly disappearing among the prevailing
shadows.
Conyngham did not return to his
glass, but he watched the face of his
youthful companion.
81 am confident that Miss Temple is
on board the Englishman," he said, at
last.
"Of coarse she isw exclaimed the
with flush. Il knew she
was on board the Mischief when it fell
into the Meteor's hands, and / am sat
isfied she is prisoner"
'The fairest prize old Gilderoy has
captured in many a long day" remarked
Conyngham with a laugh at the lieu
up the depths of his anxious eyes.
The conversation was interrupted by
an unexpected veering of the wind that
paled the cheeks of the numerous watch
ers on the deck, and the officers sepa-
rated.
Now. having learned something of
the Meteor's pursuer, let us return to
the English vessel.
The calm prophesied by the Ameri-
can captain fell upon the ocean shortly
after the descent of darkness. 1t wor-
ried Gilderoy, and he held frequent
with his officers, now on
deck, now in his stateroom. He held
in the latter place over a
bottle of choice wine, and under liquors
influence, he soundly cursed the daring
Yankee privateer.
Becalmed on the water and beneath
the stars, the Meteor lay like huge,
leviathan. Her lights were
hidden, and the spectral figures that
trod her decks conversed in whispers.
In small apartment not far remote
from the council cabin, stood beauti-
full young girl. There was look of !
sorrow in her dark eyes, and her face
was quite pale. She appeared to be