He shook hands all round once more, and they were gone.
"Make haste, jump into the carriage," cried the father.
A fly was waiting for them and took them to the outer harbour, where Papagris had the Pearl in readiness to put out to sea.
There was not a breath of air; it was one of those crisp, still autumn days, when the sheeny sea looks as cold and hard as polished steel.
Jean took one oar, the sailor seized the other and they pulled off.
On the breakwater, on the piers, even on the granite parapets, a crowd stood packed, hustling, and noisy, to see the Lorraine come out.

The Pearl glided down between these two waves of humanity and was soon outside the mole.
Captain Beausire, seated between the two women, held the tiller, and he said: "You will see, we shall be close in her way--close." And the two oarsmen pulled with all their might to get out as far as possible.

Suddenly Roland cried out: "Here she comes! I see her masts and her two funnels! She is coming out of the inner harbour." "Cheerily, lads!" cried Beausire.
Mme.

Roland took out her handkerchief and held it to her eyes.
Roland stood up, clinging to the mast, and answered: "At this moment she is working round in the outer harbour.

She is standing still--now she moves again! She is taking the tow-rope on board no doubt.