At this sight Raoul laughed and ordered the mainsail taken in.

Half an hour later he directed the foresail to be brailed, brought his jigger-sheet in flat, put his helm hard down, and hauled the jib-sheet to windward.
As this last order was executed, day was just breaking over the mountains of Radicofani and Aquapendente.

By this time le Feu-Follet lay about a league to the westward of the promontory, and abreast of the deep bay that has been already mentioned as being in that direction from the town.

Of course she was far beyond the danger of missiles from the land.

The night wind, however, had now failed, and there was every appearance that the morning would be calm.