Oakes will have a heavy time of it out yonder in the very chops of the channel, with a westerly swell heaving in against this ebb." "Yes, sir," answered Wycherly; "the vice-admiral will be looking out for us all, anxiously enough, in the morning." Not another syllable did Bluewater utter until his boat had touched the side of the Caesar.

He reflected deeply on his situation, and those who know his feelings will easily understand that his reflections were not altogether free from pain.

Such as they were, he kept them to himself, however, and in a man-of-war's boat, when a flag-officer chooses to be silent, it is a matter of course for his inferiors to imitate his example.
The barge was about a quarter of a mile from the landing, when the heavy flap of the Caesar's main-top-sail was heard, as, close-reefed, it struggled for freedom, while her crew drew its sheets down to the blocks on the lower yard-arms.

A minute later, the Gnat, under the head of her fore-and-aft-main-sail, was seen standing slowly off from the land, looking in the darkness like some half-equipped shadow of herself.

The sloop of war, too, was seen bending low to the force of the wind, with her mere apology of a top-sail thrown aback, in waiting for the flag-ship to cast.
The surface of the waters was a sheet of glancing foam, while the air was filled with the blended sounds of the wash of the element, and the roar of the winds.