The Renown came round on her new course, with her sails trimmed to the wind, which was now no more than a point on her port quarter. Carberry walked over to the binnacle and looked into it to make sure the helmsman was exactly obeying his orders.
“Another pull on the weather forebrace, there!” yelled Smith. “Belay!”
The bustle of the change of course died away.
“Course sou’west, sir,” reported Smith.
“Very good. Mr. Smith.” said Buckland, by the rail.
“Pardon, sir,” said Roberts, greatly daring, addressing him as he loomed in the darkness. “Can you tell us our mission, sir?”
“Not our mission. That is still secret, Mr. Roberts.”
“Very good, sir.”
“But I’ll tell you where we’re bound. Mr. Carberry knows already.”
“Where, sir?”