"My dream, eh, little dog?
You _were_ the only one to know." "No," said the girl: "I knew--all the time, that--" Whatever she meant, Rudolph could only guess; but it was true, he thought, that she had never once spoken as though the present meeting were not possible, here or somewhere.

Recalling this, he suddenly but quietly stepped away aft, to sit beside the steersman, and smile in the darkness.
The two voices flowed on.

He did not listen, but watched the phosphorus welling soft and turbulent in the wake, and far off, in glimpses of the tropic light, the great Dragon weltering on the face of the waters.

The shape glimmered forth, died away, like a prodigy.

How ran the verse?
"Ich lieg' und besitze.
Lass mich schlafen." "And yet," thought the young man, "I have one pearl from his hoard." That girl was right: like Siegfried tempered in the grisly flood, the raw boy was turning into a man, seasoned and invulnerable.
Heywood was calling to him:-- "You must go Home with us.