Startled, a man cried "Land!" but the next moment showed that it was cloud.

Yet all day the mist hung in this quarter.

The _Pinta_ approached and signaled, and presently over to us put her boat, in it Martin Pinzon.

The Admiral met him as he came up over side and would have taken him into great cabin.
But, no! Martin Pinzon always spoke out, before everybody! "Senor, there is land yonder, under the north! Should not we change course and see what is there ?" "It is cloud," answered the Admiral.

"Though I do not deny that such a haze may be crying, 'Land behind!'" "Let us sail then north, and see!" But the Admiral shook his head.