"How very lovely!" murmured Margaret.
"A good omen for certain," said Miss Penny. "Even Johnnie Vautrin couldn't make any ill news out of that. It was your wedding arch, Meg."
"Well, that's the first time I ever saw a white rainbow," said Graeme to the captain.
"First time I ever saw one myself, sir."
"Not very common then."
"Never heard of one before."
"We're evidently in luck."
"Mebbe, but we won't crow till we've made the Creux. Kip your eyes skinned, lads!"
"Ay, ay, zur!" and the crew lined the bulwarks on their knees, with their chins on the rail, their eyes peering into the puzzling veil in front, and their ears alert for the wash of wave on rock.
They were going slow, hardly moving in fact at times, waiting to pick up their course as any possible mark should come into view, with muttered comments from the puzzled lookouts, and an occasional growl of dissent from views propounded by the younger members, while the passengers all stood in silent discomfort as though ready for contingencies.