Three men stood in the stern behind the white side-awning.

Hillyard was on the bridge with his captain.
"I don't really expect much," he said, seeking already to discount a possible disappointment.

"It's only a possibility, I don't count on it." "Six o'clock off the cape," said the captain.

"We are on time." "Yes." Both men searched the smooth sea for some long, sluggish, inexplicable wave which should break, or for a V-shaped ripple such as a fixed stake will make in a swiftly running stream.
"Not a sign," said the captain, disconsolately.
"No.

Yet it is certainly true that the keeper of that lighthouse paid an amount equal to three years' salary into a bank three weeks ago.