Mistress Percy, whose behavior had been that of an angel, stirred in her seat.

I did not know until the day broke that the ball had grazed her arm, drenching her sleeve with blood.
"It is time we were away," I said, with a laugh.

"If your reverence will keep your hand upon the tiller and your eye upon the gentleman whom you have made our traveling companion, I'll put up the sail." I was on my way to the foremast, when the boom lying prone before me rose.

Slowly and majestically the sail ascended, tapering upward, silvered by the moon,--the great white pinion which should bear us we knew not whither.

I stopped short in my tracks, Mistress Percy drew a sobbing breath, and the minister gasped with admiration.