The _Misericorde_ hissed her way through the water, and still our pilot turned not his helm an inch right or left.
Presently, Ludar came up to where we stood.

I could see his eyes flash even in the dark.
"Go forward now," said he to me.

"Should we both be running as we were, and as I think we are our courses ought to meet not far hence.

Send the maiden to me--I need her to take the helm while we three stand to the guns.

Pray Heaven we win clear; if not, it will go hard with you, friend, in the prow.