So I waited calmly for light.
It came at last.
Closing my eyes, with my inner sight I could see a map of the eastern world traced in glowing, shimmering lines upon an inky background.
And there, too, could I see my course marked out in dotted lines of fire.
With a loud, ringing cry of joy I sprang to my feet and exclaimed: “I shall find this wonderful isle! I shall unlock the portals of the Southern seas! I shall gaze upon the descendants of Paula’s murderers!
“Come, Bulger! Away! Away!”
Hastily bidding adieu to my parents, I swung myself into the saddle, and, with Bulger securely strapped en croupe, dashed madly away towards the shores of the Mediterranean.
“The baron’s mad son is off again!” cried the peasants, as I galloped past their farm houses.
In three days I stood upon the deck of my vessel.
In obedience to my orders, the captain’s hand literally rested upon the helm.