But the first thing the commander ordered the chief engineer to do was to save his coal; though he held to his course, and the ship continued at a moderate speed till daylight.
As the wise ones had predicted, the shower was of brief duration.

As soon as it was light enough to see, and the fog banks had been swept away, a sharp lookout was kept for the chase.

If she was ahead, she had outsailed her pursuer; but Captain Breaker was sure she had not done this, for she could not have had confidence enough in her heels to adopt such a course.
"Sail, ho!" yelled a man on the cross-trees, a few minutes later.
"Where away ?" called the officer of the deck.
"On the port beam, sir." Several officers mounted the rigging to obtain a sight of the reported sail.

She was at least ten miles off, and no one could make out whether or not it was the chase of the night before.

The captain ordered the ship to be headed to the southward, and, after she had gone on this course an hour, there was another hail from the cross-trees.
"Sail is a steamer, sir!" reported the lookout.
With the aid of the spyglasses, a long streak of black smoke could be made out of the dark clouds that were retreating in that direction.
A little later it was demonstrated that she was headed for the coast of the United States.