I rose, half blinded, and what do I see?
The vessel leaving the quay--full of men engaged in combat, while, just beyond the point, a warship is signaling her arrival.

It was a Brazilian warship, mademoiselle.

She showed two red rockets followed by a white one.

It was only a matter of minutes before she met the little steamship.

I tell you that it was bad luck, that--a vile blow.