"It wouldn't be large enough to hold you, my lord." Saltash stretched his arms wide.

"Well, I'm going ashore to-night.

Who knows what the gods may send?
Wish me luck!" Larpent surveyed the restless figure with a sort of stony humour.

"I wish you a safe return," he said.
Saltash laughed and went away along the deck with a monkey-like spring that was curiously characteristic of him.

There was nothing of the sailor's steady poise about him.
The little Italian town that clung to the slopes that rose so steeply from the sea shone among its terraced gardens like a many-coloured jewel in the burning sunset.