“He jumped up and took a look, and whilst he was working away with the telescope, the breeze comes along right out of the red sky abeam where the steamer was, with twice its former strength, roughening the blue water into hollows, and bowing down the yacht till the slope of her deck was like a roof.  The crew jumped about shortening canvas, and the yacht began to snore as she felt the wind.  On a sudden, and as if the steamer had only just then spied us, she altered her course by three or four points, as one could see by the swift rising of her hull, till, whilst the sun was still hanging a middling height over the sea line, you could see the whole of the vessel—­a long, low craft of about one hundred and fifty tons—­sweeping through the seas like an arrow, the smoke streaming black and fat from her small, yellow funnel, and her hull sinking out of sight one moment and reappearing the next in a sort of jump of the whole foaming wash, as if, by Jove, her screw would thrust her clean out of the water.

“The lady looked at her with a sort of indifference; but Mr. Robinson was pale enough as he handed me the glass, and said, ’Williams, see if you know her.’

“I took a look at her, and answered, ’It’s hard to tell those steamers till you see their names, sir; but if she’s not the Violet, belonging to General Coldsteel (of course these are false names), she’s uncommonly like her.  But, law bless us! how they’re driving her!  Why, there’ll be a bust up if they don’t look out.  They’ll blow the boilers out of her!’”

’Indeed, I never before saw any vessel rush so.  She’d shear clear through some of the larger seas, and you didn’t need watch her long to make you reckon you’d seen the last of her.  Then Mr. Robinson, talking like a man half in a rage, half in a fright, orders me to pack sail on the schooner; but it was already blowing a single-reef breeze, and I had no idea of losing our spars, and so I told him very firmly that the yacht had all she needed, and that more would only stop her by burying her:  and I had my way.  But we were foaming through it, too; we wanted no more pressure; the freshening wind had worked the schooner into a fair nine knots, and it was first-rate sailing too, considering the character of the sea and the weight of the breeze.  ’Twas now certain beyond all question that the steamer meant to close us, though I thought she had a queer way of doing it, for sometimes she’d head right at us, and then put her helm down and keep on a course parallel with ours, forging well ahead and then shifting the helm for a fresh run at us.  There was no anxiety that I could see in the lady’s looks, but Mr. Robinson was quite mightily bothered and worried and pale enough to make me suppose that all this meant a pursuit, with a capture to follow; and it was certain that whatever intentions the steamer had, there was nothing in the night which was approaching to promise us a chance of sneaking clear, for the sky was pure as glass, and it wouldn’t be long after sundown before the moon would be filling the air with a light like morning.