It's just where she _ought_ to be, as I understand the orders; and I suppose Sir Frederick has carried her there.

But yonder's a sail, in the northern board, which may turn out to be the lugger; she is fairly within Campanella, and is not far from the north shore of the bay." "By George!--that _must_ be she; Monsieur Yvard has kept her skulking round and about Amalfi, all this time! Let us go down, and set everything that will draw, at once, sir." In two minutes Griffin was on deck, hauling the yards, and clearing away to make sail.

As usual, the wind was light at the southward again, and the course would be nearly before it.

Studding-sail booms were to be run out, the sails set, and the ship's head laid to the northward, keeping a little to seaward of the chase.

At this moment the Proserpine had the Point of Piane, and the little village of Abate, nearly abeam.