"She keeps so dead in our wake that I can't make out whether she is a brig or a three master; but I fancy that she is a brig, by the size and cut of her sails.

I can see the other craft plainly enough now; she is eight or ten miles west of the other, and has closed in towards her since I made her out before.

I have no doubt that she is a large schooner." "Well, it is a comfort that they are not a few miles nearer, Mr.
Green.

There is no chance of their overtaking us before morning, so we shall be able to keep our watches as usual, and shall have time to get ready for a fight, if there is to be one." "The sooner the better sir, so that it is daylight.

It is quite certain that they have the legs of us." In the morning, when Dick came up, he found that the wind had quite died away, and the sails hung loosely from the yards.