It was impossible to determine what she was in the darkness, and Captain Chantor ordered the course to be changed to correspond with that of the stranger, which manifested no disposition to get away from her.

All night the two vessels maintained the same relative position, and both were making about ten knots an hour.
At daylight in the morning the commander and Christy were on the quarter-deck, anxiously observing the stranger.

She was carefully examined with the glasses.
"That is the Dornoch!" exclaimed Mr.Gilfleur, after a long inspection with the glass.
"No doubt of it," added Christy.
"You are sure of it ?" inquired the commander.
"We have both been on board of her, and I am perfectly sure of it," replied Christy, who proceeded to explain the details by which he identified her; and the captain was entirely satisfied.
The Dornoch was not more than two miles distant from the Chateaugay, for in the early morning hours the course had been changed a couple of points, to bring her nearer for examination.

It was now a chase, and the chief engineer was instructed to give the ship her best speed.

It was soon evident that the Dornoch was hurrying her pace, for her smoke-stacks were vomiting forth immense inky clouds.
"I doubt if Captain Rombold cares to fight with my uncle on board," said Christy.