On the right were spread out the low shores, forming bays with graceful curves, and dim there in the distance the crags of Sungay, while in the background rose Makiling, imposing and majestic, crowned with fleecy clouds.

On the left lay Talim Island with its curious sweep of hills.

A fresh breeze rippled over the wide plain of water.
"By the way, captain," said Ben-Zayb, turning around, "do you know in what part of the lake a certain Guevara, Navarra, or Ibarra, was killed ?" The group looked toward the captain, with the exception of Simoun, who had turned away his head as though to look for something on the shore.
"Ah, yes!" exclaimed Dona Victorina.

"Where, captain?
Did he leave any tracks in the water ?" The good captain winked several times, an indication that he was annoyed, but reading the request in the eyes of all, took a few steps toward the bow and scanned the shore.
"Look over there," he said in a scarcely audible voice, after making sure that no strangers were near.

"According to the officer who conducted the pursuit, Ibarra, upon finding himself surrounded, jumped out of his banka there near the Kinabutasan [11] and, swimming under water, covered all that distance of more than two miles, saluted by bullets every time that he raised his head to breathe.