Just before daylight failed, we could perceive the cruiser, not two miles away, leaning forward on her course, with the Queen's flag on her poop, and a row of portholes gaping our way.

Then we lost her in the dusk.
The poet, who stood near me at the gun, said: "Night is as a cave of which none seeth the end from the beginning; and a man hooded feeleth what he before saw.

My Hollander, I bargained not for this when I took passage here.

I wish it were to-morrow.

Why do we not, under cover of night, change our course ?" "Because, since that is what our pursuers will expect of us, it will delude them the more if we keep straight on." "O truth, many are thy arts!" said he.