Here on this heavy stream had her captains taken ship.

Thence had sailed her admirals to encompass all the world.

In these dark massed shadows, how much might there not be of fate and mystery! Whither might not these vessels carry one! To France, to the far-off Indies, to the new-owned islands, to America with its little half-grown ports.

Whence and whither?
What might not one do, here at this gateway of the world?
"To the brigantine beyond!" cried Will Law to the wherryman who came up.
"We want Captain McMasters, of the Polly Perkins.

For God's sake, quick! There's that afoot must be caught up within the moment, do you hear!" The wherryman touched his cap and quickly made ready his boat.