48/118 Ah, the bandit, the heretic!" And he extended his threatening fist toward a point in the horizon exactly opposite to the one upon which the periscope was appearing. It was no longer a stick, it was a tower; and from beneath this tower was coming up on the sea a base of steel spouting cascades of smoke,--a gray whale-back that appeared little by little to be taking the form of a sailing vessel, long and sharp-pointed. Ulysses recognized it. "It's useless to keep up the zigzagging. |