A lantern hung from the mizzen shrouds above him.
He unfastened it and held it up to cast its light upon them.
But De Catinat was not a man with whom it was safe to trifle.

His life had been one of quick resolve and prompt action.

Was this vindictive friar at the last moment to stand between him and freedom?
It was a dangerous position to take.

The guardsman pulled Adele into the shadow of the mast, and then, as the monk advanced, he sprang out upon him and seized him by the gown.

As he did so the other's cowl was pushed back, and instead of the harsh features of the ecclesiastic, De Catinat saw with amazement in the glimmer of the lantern the shrewd gray eyes and strong tern face of Ephraim Savage.