And in that moment from without and above there came a cry which sent the skipper to the cabin door.

He flung it open, and so let out the smoke and let in the sunshine.

He passed out on to the poop-deck, and Sir Oliver--conceiving himself at liberty to do so--followed him.
In the waist below a little knot of shaggy seamen were crowding to the larboard bulwarks, looking out to sea; on the forecastle there was another similar assembly, all staring intently ahead and towards the land.

They were off Cape Roca at the time, and when Captain Leigh saw by how much they had lessened their distance from shore since last he had conned the ship, he swore ferociously at his mate who had charge of the wheel.

Ahead of them away on their larboard bow and in line with the mouth of the Tagus from which she had issued--and where not a doubt but she had been lying in wait for such stray craft as this--came a great tall-masted ship, equipped with top-gallants, running wellnigh before the wind with every foot of canvas spread.
Close-hauled as was the Swallow and with her top-sails and mizzen reefed she was not making more than one knot to the Spaniard's five--for that she was a Spaniard was beyond all doubt judging by the haven whence she issued.
"Luff alee!" bawled the skipper, and he sprang to the wheel, thrusting the mate aside with a blow of his elbow that almost sent him sprawling.
"'Twas yourself set the course," the fellow protested.
"Thou lubberly fool," roared the skipper.