To their right lay the harbor, taking on tints of rose and copper as it stretched out into the sunset.

Before them the water shimmered, satin smooth and silver gray, and beyond, clean shaven William's Island loomed out of the mist, guarding the town like a sturdy bulldog.

Its lighthouse beacon flared through the mist like a baleful star, and was answered by another in the far horizon.
"Did you ever see such a strong-looking place ?" asked Philippa.

"I don't want William's Island especially, but I'm sure I couldn't get it if I did.

Look at that sentry on the summit of the fort, right beside the flag.