That same evening they stood again at the rail watching the mysterious phosphorescence as it sparkled in the moonlight.

Her thoughts travelling faster than the ship, Shirley suddenly asked: "Do you really think Mr.Ryder will use his influence to help my father ?" Jefferson set his jaw fast and the familiar Ryder gleam came into his eyes as he responded: "Why not?
My father is all powerful.

He has made and unmade judges and legislators and even presidents.

Why should he not be able to put a stop to these preposterous proceedings?
I will go to him directly we land and we'll see what can be done." So the time on shipboard had passed, Shirley alternately buoyed up with hope and again depressed by the gloomiest forebodings.

The following night they passed Fire Island and the next day the huge steamer dropped anchor at Quarantine..