Some crazy multi-millionaire was just running his head into the German noose.

They gave up their work and settled down contentedly to watch the yacht, multi-millionaire, captain and crew and all go up into the sky.

But the _Dragonfly_ passed from their sight with the foam curling from her bows and broadening out into a pale fan behind her; and over the headlands for a long time they saw the streamer of her smoke as she drove in to Palma Bay.
Hillyard, standing by the captain's side upon the bridge, watched the great cathedral rise from out of the water at the end of the bay, towers and flying buttresses and the mass of brown stone, before even a house was visible.

The _Dragonfly_ passed a German cargo steamer which had sought refuge here at the outbreak of war.

She was a large ship, full of oil, and she had been moved from the quay-side to an anchorage in the bay by the captain of the port, lest by design or inadvertence she should take fire and set the town aflame.