A tremendous cascade of water sluiced from her hissing floats, swirling in millions of sun-glinted jewels more brilliant even than Kaukab el Durri.
Higher she mounted, higher still.

The destroyer was now driving in at full speed, with black smoke streaming from four funnels, perfectly indifferent to possible shoals, rocks or sand-bars along this uncharted coast.

Another shell screamed under the lower gallery and burst in a deluge of sand near one of the mooring-piles.
"Very poor shooting, my Captain," smiled Leclair, leaning far out the port window of the pilot-house.

"But then, we can't blame the gunners for being a bit excited, trying to bag a bit of international game like this Legion." "And beside," put in Alden coolly, "our shifting position makes us rather a poor target.

Ah! That shell must have gone home!" _Nissr_ quivered from nose to tail.