"And you know that I will never order you again.

Stay here if you please, or come aft if you please." I went back and took the tiller from Sparrow.

We were now in mid-river, and the swollen stream and the strong wind bore us on with them like a leaf before the gale.

We left behind the lights and the clamor, the dark town and the silent fort, the weary Due Return and the shipping about the lower wharf.

Before us loomed the Santa Teresa; we passed so close beneath her huge black sides that we heard the wind whistling through her rigging.