Even now, after so many years, many a citizen of Antwerp with republican sympathies, wakes from sleep at night and thinks he has been woken up by the crack of a great explosion that might have been the town's salvation and wasn't.
Soundlessly the black galley glides on over these baleful waters with its shadowy convoy in tow.
"Keep watch! Keep good watch!" goes the cry from the earthworks of San Pedro and Santa Barbara.
Behold the lights of Predigerhof, the lights of Fort Maria, the lights of Fort Ferdinand! A bell, muffled and solemn, chimes in the darkness—the bell in the tower of Our Lady's church in Antwerp.
Two o'clock!
The captain of the black galley is at his post, drawn sword in hand, but another is taking the ship through the darkness of this night.
Were the slightest beam of light to fall on the face of this steersman, you would be startled when you saw his face.
Jan Norris, Myga's betrothed, Myga who is still a prisoner on the Andrea Doria, Jan Norris who has left his love in the power of his deadliest enemy, Jan Norris who did not jump to his death from the deck of that Genoese galleon, Jan Norris is steering the black galley tonight!
The eyes of Jan Norris scan the night, bore through the darkness as if it were broad daylight.
Jan to the rescue! Jan's revenge!