Yet graceful, handsome as she appeared, my entire attention centered on the group of men at her rail.

They were watching us intently, Henley with a glass at his eyes.

Twice I saw him turn, and wave his hand to Broussard on the bridge, slightly altering the vessel's course, and once the sound of his voice echoed faintly across the intervening water.
It was quite evident that as yet he perceived nothing to arouse suspicion, for, with a swing like a hawk, the _Sea Gull_ bore down upon us, the engines slowing, and then reversed.

We were staring up into the faces that looked curiously down at us.

Henley gripped a stay and swung himself to the rail; farther aft the negro steward hung over, his mouth wide open, grinning at the spectacle.
"Hard down!" yelled the Captain, motioning with one arm.