I think, with Pearson, that it is her royals we see." "Take a look round, Mr.Green." The mate did so, and presently called down: "I can make out something else away on the starboard quarter, but so far astern that I can scarce swear to her.

Still, it can be nothing but a sail." "Thank you, Mr.Green.I daresay that we shall know more about her, later on." When the captain joined the passengers at table, one of the ladies said: "You seem interested in that ship astern of us, captain." "Yes, Mrs.Seaforth.One is always interested in a ship, when one gets down as far as this.

She may be another Indiaman, and although the Madras has no claim to any great speed in a light breeze like this, one never likes being passed." The explanation was considered as sufficient, and nothing more was said on the subject.

By sunset, the upper sails of the stranger could be made out from the deck of the Madras.

Mr.Green again went up, and had a look at her.
"She is coming up fast," he said, when he rejoined the captain.