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Updated: July 11, 2025
She, no doubt, as they worked in their circle of torchlight, had sailed in close before going about, her crews gathered forward, her master perhaps watching through his night-glass had guessed the act, saluted it, and passed on her way unknown to her own destiny. They strained their eyes. A man beside Taffy declared he could see something the faint glow of a binnacle lamp as she stood away.
This time the solid shot struck the water a bare fifty feet ahead of the strange craft's bows as she forged on through the waves, her bow stirring up a gleaming white foam. "That ought to stop her!" muttered Lieutenant Jack Benson, impatiently. "I don't believe it is going to, though, sir," reported Ensign Fullerton, studying the other vessel through his night-glass.
"At present they are too far off to reveal their character; indeed, I doubt if I should have seen them so soon, but for the fact that I glimpsed the flames issuing from one of their funnels." "Yes," I said. "Thanks, Mr Uchida, I see them too. Have the goodness to bring me the night-glass from the chart-house. They appear to be steaming with lights out."
"She may get there but we'll bring her out for all that," exclaimed the captain, as he walked the deck, with his night-glass in hand, watching the chase. Hour after hour passed without the slightest alteration in the relative position of the two frigates. Day came and the chase continued. The officers each snatched a few hours' rest; the captain probably took less than any one.
He picked up a pair of binoculars which had been lying on the veranda near him, and scanned the surface of the lake. "Make her out?" queried Orme. "No, she's too small, and too far off." He handed the night-glass to Orme, who in turn searched the water vainly. "Whose boat is that moored to the breakwater?" asked Orme, lowering the glass. "Belongs to a man here in town." "Would he rent it?" "No.
He was pacing the quarter-deck with his night-glass in his hand, when the sound of a gun, which seemed to come up far away from the southward, reached his ears. "What can that be?" he asked of the first lieutenant, who just then joined him. "That's more than I can positively say," answered Mr Curling.
I told him I hardly knew; but there did appear something unusual in the valley, immediately below the breach. He listened a moment, looked attentively with his night-glass, and exclaimed, in his firm voice, but in an undertoned manner "To arms! they are coming!"
I went to the companion, secured the night-glass, and took a good look at her; with the result that I concluded her to be of French or Italian nationality rather an awkward and unexpected development for me, I having foolishly taken it for granted that she would prove to be British and written my letter in English accordingly.
Ralph noticed that she carried no light, and that even the binnacle was carefully shaded so that its light could not be seen except by the helmsman. At midnight his watch went on deck, and Ralph perceived that while he had been below the sail had again been greatly reduced, and noticed that from time to time the officer on watch swept the horizon with his night-glass.
During this brief interchange of remarks the noise of the churning little propeller had been drawing nearer; and, after listening intently for a few seconds longer, Douglas whispered hurriedly to his chum, "Slip below quickly, Terry, and bring me up my night-glass; I believe there is something radically wrong about this business."
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