“I suppose not. It would be a great chance if he did. How beautiful the water is to-night!”
“Yes! One had no chance to admire it before. ’Tis fine. Just as if two rockets were going off from our bows, so that we seem to be leaving a trail of sparks behind.”
“Yes, where the water’s disturbed,” said Fitz. “It’s just as if the sea was covered with golden oil ready to flash out into light as soon as it was touched.”
“Why, you seem quite cheery,” said Poole.
“Of course. Isn’t it natural after such a narrow escape?”
“Yes, for me,” replied Poole banteringly; “but I should have thought that you would have been in horribly low spirits because you were not captured and taken on board the gunboat.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” said Fitz shortly. “I know better than that. I say, you will stop on deck all night, won’t you?”
“Of course. Shan’t you?”
“Oh yes. I couldn’t go to sleep after this. Besides, who can tell what’s to come?”
“To be sure,” said Poole quietly. “Who can tell what’s to come? In spite of what old Burgess says, the gunboat may have a consort, and perhaps we are running out of one danger straight into another.”