"Got him, master! Got prau! Not there! Look more Tanah Mirrah side.

Aha! That way! Master, see?
Now plain.

See ?" Almayer followed Ali's forefinger with his eyes for a long time in vain.
At last he sighted a triangular patch of yellow light on the red background of the cliffs of Tanjong Mirrah.

It was the sail of the prau that had caught the sunlight and stood out, distinct with its gay tint, on the dark red of the cape.

The yellow triangle crept slowly from cliff to cliff, till it cleared the last point of land and shone brilliantly for a fleeting minute on the blue of the open sea.