The Gaspe schooner still lay without the bay, but there was a movement of unfurling sails among her masts, by which it was evident that her skipper hoped by the faint but favourable breeze that was blowing to bring her down the same blue highway.
It was upon this scene that Caius, wretched and sleepless, looked at early dawn.

He had come out of his house and climbed the nearest knoll from which the bay could be seen, for his house and those near it looked on the open western sea.

When he reached this knoll he found that O'Shea was there before him, examining the movements of the ship with his glass in the gray cold of the shivering morning.

The two men stood together and held no communication.
Pretty soon O'Shea went hastily home again.

Caius stood still to see the sun rise clear and golden.