By it I marked the Admiral, upright where he could best command the whole.

He had lashed himself there, for the ship tossed excessively.
His great figure stood; his white, blowing hair, in that strange light, made for him a nimbus.

It was strange, how the light seemed to seize that and his brow and his gray-blue eyes.

Below the eyes his lips moved.
He was shouting encouragement, but only the intention could be heard.
The intention was heard.

He looked what he was, something more than a bold man and a brave sea captain, and there streamed from him comfort.
It touched his mariners; it came among them like tongues of flame.
Darkness increased.