"I do not trust this oppressive heat.

A storm may catch us before we make land." "A storm or something else," said Cahusac grimly.

"Have you noticed that ?" He pointed away to starboard.
Levasseur looked, and caught his breath.

Two ships that at the distance seemed of considerable burden were heading towards them some five miles away.
"If they follow us what is to happen ?" demanded Cahusac.
"We'll fight whether we're in case to do so or not," swore Levasseur.
"Counsels of despair." Cahusac was contemptuous.

To mark it he spat upon the deck.