But by now the sky stretched straight lead, and the water ran white-capped.

We made no way till morning, when without a drop of rain all the cloud roof was driven landward and there sprang out a sky so blue that the heart laughed for joy.

The violent wind sank, then veered and blowing moderately carried us again southward.

All the white sails, white and new, were flung out, and we raced over a rich, green plain.

That lasted through most of the day, but an hour before sunset the _Pinta_ again signaled trouble.