The chase had started without her will or dissent; had suddenly sprung, as it were, out of the ground.

She only knew that she was very angry with Zeb; that she longed desperately to elude him; and that he must catch her soon, for her breath and strength were ebbing.
What happened in the end she kept in her dreams till she died.
Somehow she had dropped the lantern and was running up from the sea towards the fire, with Zeb's feet pounding behind her, and her soul possessed with the dread to feel his grasp upon her shoulders.
As it fell, Old Zeb leapt up to his feet with excitement, and opened his mouth wide to cheer.
But no voice came for three seconds: and when he spoke this was what he said-- "Good Lord, deliver us!" She saw his gaze pass over her shoulder; and then heard these words come slowly, one by one, like dropping stones.

His face was like a ghost's in the bonfire's light, and he muttered again--"From battle and murder, and from sudden death--Good Lord, deliver us!" She could not understand at first; thought it must have something to do with Young Zeb, whose arms were binding hers, and whose breath was hot on her neck.

She felt his grasp relax, and faced about.
Full in front, standing out as the faint moon showed them, motionless, as if suspended against the black sky, rose the masts, yards, and square-sails of a full-rigged ship.
The men and women must have stood a whole minute--dumb as stones--before there came that long curdling shriek for which they waited.

The great masts quivered for a second against the darkness; then heaved, lurched, and reeled down, crashing on the Raney..