He would yet be in time to take part in the great campaign against Quebec, sharing the dangers and glory with Willet, Tayoga, Grosvenor and the others.

The spirits in the air had sung to him a true song, when his eyes were shut, and, in his leaping exultation, he forgot the warning note that had appeared in their song, faint, almost buried, but nevertheless there.
He put the glasses to his eyes a third time.

The ship was tacking, but that was necessary, and it was just as certain as ever that her destination was the island.

Owing to the shifts and flaws in the wind it would be night before she arrived, but that did not matter to him.
Having waited months he could wait a few hours longer.

Likely as not she was an English ship out of the Barbadoes, bound for the Carolinas.