Look here, Ghita; you can see her through this opening in the houses--that dark spot on the bay, there--and you will perceive no gun from any battery in Porto Ferrajo can as much as frighten, much less harm her." [1] The English of _Feu Follet_.
"I know her position, Raoul, and understand why you anchored in that spot.

I knew, or thought I knew you, from the first moment you came in plain sight; and so long as you remained outside, I was not sorry to look on so old a friend--nay, I will go further, and say I rejoiced, for it seemed to me you passed so near the island just to let some whom you knew to be on it understand you had not forgotten them; but when you came into the bay, I thought you mad!" "Mad I should have been, dearest Ghita, had I lived longer without seeing you.

What are these _miserables_ of Elbans, that I should fear them! They have no cruiser--only a few feluccas--all of which are not worth the trouble of burning.

Let them but point a finger at us, and we will tow their Austrian polacre out into the bay, and burn her before their eyes.

Le Feu-Follet deserves her name; she is here, there, and everywhere, before her enemies suspect her." "But her enemies suspect her now, and you cannot be too cautious.