The very canopy of light haze looked fiery; the faces of the men flashed like pallid or scarlet phantoms; the russet sails took every tint of crimson and orange and warm brown, and from point to point of the horizon a multitude of flames threw shaking shafts of light that glimmered far down and splendidly incarnadined the multitudinous sea.
Every ship's company cheered vociferously, and the yacht tore on amid clamour that might have scared timid folk.
"Why, the good fellows, they're giving us an illumination," said Fullerton.
"Hah! very modest, I'm sure.

I should just think they _were_ giving us an illumination, sir.

I should venture to say that they possibly _were_ doing a little in that way, sir.

Yes, sir.

Hah! Oh! No-o-oble, sir.
Picturesque, sir, in extreme! I'll write a poem descriptive of this, sir.