Take the fellow forward.

Ah! there comes the _Saline_ now--just poking her nose out from behind the ridge." I looked as he pointed, clutching the recovered papers in my hands, and forgetful of Henley.

The sun had discovered an opening in the cloud bank, and a long shaft of golden light played across the water, gleaming with white caps.

Into its radiance the revenue cutter was gliding, outlined against the leafy shade of Cosmos Island, her flag standing out like a board in the fresh breeze, her cutwater churning up a mass of foam.

She made a beautiful picture, one that fascinated me for the moment, and caused me to forget my own immediate incidents.