How his heart began to beat! Surely the murderer was on board. He strained his eyes to see the name of the ship, painted on either side, but he could not distinguish it so far. Not a man was seen on deck; the skiff seemed deserted.
A boy was fishing in a boat near there; he called him and asked him to lend him the boat for an instant.
"What! do you want to fish, too?" asked the boy, pulling up.
"No; I'd like to see the name of that caique."
After two or three good strokes with the oars, Uros could see the name plainly; it was Παναγια, exactly the name he had read in the mirror.
"Is that the ship you are looking for?"
"The very same one."
"Do you want to go on board?"
"Yes; I'd like to see the captain."
As soon as he was by the side of the caique he called out "Patria!" for this is the name by which Greek sailors are usually addressed.