A slushing of water proved that the deck amidships was being washed down, and twice, at least, men were sent aloft to make some change in the spread of canvas.
I stepped across into my stateroom to gain a glimpse out through the port.

Narrow as the vista was it yet revealed a beautiful sea view, the waves running high, but in long billows, with bright sunshine glowing along their crests, the hollows a deep purple.

Above the sky was a pale blue, with scarcely a fleeting cloud visible, and the bark was sailing free, laying well over to the fresh breeze, evidently carrying all the spread of canvas possible.

As I returned to the cabin, Gunsaules awaited me to announce breakfast.
"What already ?" "It is six-thirty, Senor.

Those were my orders." "Very well; I suppose Estada and Manuel usually eat first ?" "Si, Senor." "That leaves me alone; suppose you rap on the lady's door yonder, and ask if she will join me.