"See, the steamer's lights are just there opposite us.

It must be turning round to go into Claremont." But she bent her head forward listening.

For even through the beat of the paddles, which she could now distinguish plainly, it still seemed that she heard the sound of oars, and she thought, "They have given up trying to use their sails, and taken to rowing." Suddenly a current of wind passing along the surface of the water lifted the fog.

Just to their right, towering high in the air and holding a swift, steady course, came the steamer; but in front of it, scarcely a dozen yards from its huge bulk, lay the little boat.

In that moment, as the fog rose and showed the danger, a single cry of terror burst from the boatmen and from those on shore.