"I have courage enough for Chryseis and for myself as well," he answered, cheerily; "but I confess," he added, "I have never seen weather so bad as this."
At this moment we were startled by the voice of Himilco, shouting vehemently:
"The sail! the sail! look to the sail!"
The sailors flew to the yard. We were all but capsized; an immense wave had turned the ship's side to the wind, and the sail was driven tight to the mast. A flash of lightning, more dazzling than any that had gone before, threw its vivid glare upon a great round vessel right in front of us.
"The Melkarth! Bodmilcar!" cried Himilco and Hanno the same instant.
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A second flash. There was no mistake; beyond all doubt there was the Melkarth, and Bodmilcar, standing erect upon the poop, seemed to be controlling the very winds and waves.