bulwarks right into his barge, which lay along-side.
"That's to set your face straight," cried the mate after him; "next time you laugh aboard here I'll balance you on the other side."
The men were hushed before a display of temper like this; the skipper on the bridge flushed red with disapproval, but said nothing.
The order "Hands, heave anchor!" was sung out a moment after as Roderick joined me aft, the new Celsis steamed away from Plymouth, and the episode was forgotten.
For truly, as we lost sight of the town and the beautiful yacht moved slowly upon the broader bosom of the Channel, thoughts of great moment held us; and I, for my part, fell to wondering if I should ever see the face of my country again.
And in that hour the great pursuit began.
