20/28 Well, we'll see tonight! By-by, Whish!' He stepped into his boat and shoved off. 'All understood, then ?' said he. 'The captain and Mr Whish at six-thirty, and you, Hay, at four precise. You understand that, Hay? If you're not there by the time named, there will be no banquet; no song, no supper, Mr Whish!' White birds whisked in the air above, a shoal of parti-coloured fishes in the scarce denser medium below; between, like Mahomet's coffin, the boat drew away briskly on the surface, and its shadow followed it over the glittering floor of the lagoon. |