To my astonishment, I saw now at broad day that the _Spray_ was still heading as I had left her, and was going like a racehorse.

Columbus himself could not have held her more exactly on her course.

The sloop had made ninety miles in the night through a rough sea.

I felt grateful to the old pilot, but I marveled some that he had not taken in the jib.

The gale was moderating, and by noon the sun was shining.