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Captain Acton, the surgeon, and Mr Fellowes went into the cabin, leaving the Admiral and his son to themselves.,"When?","But suppose that fellow Paul had not met you?" said Captain Acton.,"What do you see? The French Flotilla?" cried Miss Acton in a voice tremulous with agitation. She darted her eyes through her glasses over the sea.,"I'll be with you in a minute. She is too far off, I suppose, for the glass to resolve her.",Caleb turned quickly towards a pile of goods, behind which an audible titter had sounded.,The voice of Lucy within cried out: "Is anybody there?","But the light is the same, isn't it, Billy?","The best point's straight ahead of you," he answered. "You'll find a rush blind already built on it.",For some time after he had closed his knife and fork he sat at table shading and supporting his forehead with his hand, his elbow resting, and deep thought was in his attitude. To one who knew his story he submitted a picture for memory to cherish. Night was near, though not yet come, but[Pg 299] its shadow was upon the ship, and three or four stars like little balls of quicksilver ran to and fro athwart the gleaming black panes of the skylight glass. The hum of a steady breeze in the stout shrouds, in the cat-harpings, in the drumming hollow of many sails sounded like the strains of an organ muffled to the ear by the walls of the church that holds it. The low thunder of the surge washing past the ship was as constant as its accompaniment of the concert of creakings, jarrings, shocks in bulkhead, rudder-post and strong fastenings.,"Billy!" he cried, "why didn't you shoot?","Walter Watland—what?".