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`` What the devil is he here for ? '' he muttered . `` Has he found out that she is living ? '' At noon the Lolotte , a broad-beamed , flat-floored brig of light draught and good sailing qualities , hove up her anchor and began beating out of the Bay of San Francisco , with Coronado and Clara on her quarter-deck . `` You have no other passengers , I understood you to say , captain , '' observed Coronado , who was anxious on that point , preferring there should be none . The master , a Dane by birth named Jansen , who had grown up in the American mercantile service , was a middle-sized , broad-shouldered man , with a red complexion , red whiskers , and a look which was at once grave and fiery . He paused in his heavy lurching to and fro , looked at the Mexican with an air which was civil but very stiff , and answered in that discouraging tone with which skippers are apt to smother conversation when they have business on hand , `` Yes , sir , one other . ''