I do not like the look of the sky.
Tomorrow we shall see how the weather is, and can then come to a decision." By morning, as the captain had predicted, the wind was blowing strongly, and a heavy sea was running, and it was agreed to keep along under the lee of the shore until they could obtain a view of the Bay of Antium, and see if the fleet of Fieschi was still there.

If so, they would tack and run back some distance, and make straight out to sea, so as to pass along four or five miles from the shore, as it would be unlikely in the extreme that the Genoese admiral would send a galley out to overhaul a passing ship in such weather.
They sailed along till they neared the slight depression known as the Bay of Antium, and then bore farther out to sea.

Suddenly a fleet was seen running down the coast at some distance away.
"'Bout ship," the captain cried.

"The Genoese have been cruising further north, and are coming down the coast.

In such weather as this, the Bonito ought to be able to get away from them." "It may be Pisani's fleet," Francis said, as the ship was put round.
"It is possible," the captain agreed; "but we cannot run the risk of stopping until we make inquiries." "No, captain; but, at least, if we run a mile or so out to sea, we should be able to see round the point, and discover whether Fieschi's galleys are there." The captain assented.