"I hope you will be a true prophet in this instance, Captain Scott."
"A truer one than Mohammed ever was in spite of his reputation in Tangier and Mogadore as such."
"But you are really running her on the shore, Scott!" exclaimed Louis; and it looked to him as though the Maud was actually going over the point ahead.
"Not a bit of it, my hearty," replied the captain, who appeared to be in most excellent spirits in spite of the peril that menaced the little Maud.
He was in some such a mood as a gambler in an exciting game, or a number at base-ball, who are working for victory. Scott was the principal player in the present stirring game; and he was not only playing for victory, but to save himself and the engineer from the clutches of the Pacha.
"It looks as though we should be high and dry on the shore in five minutes more," added Louis.
"You are looking at the point around a corner, Louis. The flag-pole on the stem is your range. Just oblige me by stepping over to the other window, and take an observation from that position," said the captain, as confident as ever.
"That makes it look different," added Louis, after he had complied with the captain's request. "But you are running exceedingly close to the shore, any way."
"That is just what I mean to do," protested the captain warmly. "Now will you just keep watch of the Fatimé, if you please, for we have come to an exciting point in the game."
"A very exciting point, I should say; but with me the point is whether or not you are going to run the Maud on shore," replied Louis, as he changed his position for one at the rail, where he could obtain a full view of the chaser. "I beg to remind you, Captain Scott, that if we get aground, as I am afraid we shall, the Pacha can send off his boats with an overwhelming force, and make prisoners of the whole of the Maud's ship's company."