Even in these brief seconds the great shadowy ship has come perceptibly nearer.

How she bowls along! We can see the white mass of foam at the bows as she rides up the swells.
A queer, lost feeling had come over me.

In an instant it all seemed to have gone on at a far-past date.

Looking back to that time now, I see, as in a picture, our forlorn little party standing there on the black, weathered ledges, gazing off,--Weymouth half a dozen rods down the rocks, where he had stopped when Raed called to him; Donovan a few rods to the right, shading his eyes with his hand; Raed with his arms folded tightly; Kit staring hard at the ship; Wade dancing about, swearing a little, with the tears coming into his eyes; myself leaning weakly on a musket, limp as a shoe-string; and poor old Guard whining dismally, with an occasional howl,--all gazing off at the rapidly-moving vessels.
"It was no use," Raed said, his voice seeming to break the spell.

"We couldn't have got off to the schooner.