The Nina harkened and turned, but the Pinta at some distance seemed deaf and blind.

Night fell while still we signaled.

We were now for Cuba, and the wind directly behind us, but yet as long as we could see, the Pinta chose not to turn.

We set lights for signals, but her light fell farther and farther astern.

She was a swifter sailer than we; there was no reason for that increasing distance.