He sprang to the telegraph, and signaled "Slow" to the engine-room.

Simultaneously he shouted to the steersman to starboard the helm, and the siren trumpeted a single raucous blast into the silence.

With the rattle of the chains and steering-rods in the gear-boxes came a yell from the lookout forward: "Light on the port bow!" Hozier repeated the hail, but promised the blear-eyed sentinels in the bows of the ship a lively five minutes when the watch was relieved.
Slowly the _Andromeda_ swung to the west.

Even more slowly, or so it appeared to the anxious man on the bridge, a red eye peeped into being alongside the green one.

A blacker smear showed up on the black sea, and a hoarse voice, presumably situated beneath the smear, expressed a desire for information.
"Arr ye all aslape on board that crimson collier ?" it asked in a Waterford brogue.
"Got the hooker's wheel tied, I suppose ?" retorted Hozier, for the now visible schooner had not attempted to change her course by half a point.