"Why, the good fellows, they're giving us an illumination," said
Fullerton.
"Hah! very modest, I'm sure. I should just think they _were_ giving us
an illumination, sir. I should venture to say that they possibly _were_
doing a little in that way, sir. Yes, sir. Hah! Oh! No-o-oble, sir.
Picturesque, sir, in extreme! I'll write a poem descriptive of this,
sir. And, thank God," said Tom at last, with real feeling, "thank God
there are some people in the world who know what gratitude is like. Hah!
I'm glad I lived to see this day."
The last cheer rattled over the waves. "That's the grandest thing I ever
saw, Miss Dearsley," whispered Lewis.
"I was about to say those very words." Still the schooner tore on;
still the light failed more and more; and then once again, with stars
and sea-winds in her raiment, Night sank on the sea. The yacht was bound
for home, and every one on board had a touch of that sweet fever that
attacks even the most callous of sailors when the vessel's head is the
right way. We shall see what came of the trip which I have described
with dogged care.
END OF BOOK I.
BOOK II.
CHAPTER I.
JANUARY IN THE NORTH SEA!
A bitter morning, with light, powdery snow spotting here and there a
livid background; grey seas travelling fast, and a looming snow-cloud
gradually drooping down. The gulls are mad with hunger, and a cloud of
them skirl harshly over the taffrail of a stout smack that forges fast
through the bleak sea.
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