"What is it like?" asked Captain Neil, while Hopeton ran for his glass.
"I'll tell you what it's like--exactly like the eye of an oyster in its
pulp. And, by Jove, there's another!" added Barry excitedly.
"I can't see anything," said Captain Neil.
"But I can," insisted Barry. "Look there, Hopeton!"
Hopeton fixed his glass upon the mist, where Barry pointed.
"You're right! There is something, and there are two of them."
"Give the Pilot the glass, Hopeton," said Neil. "He's got a good eye."
"There are two ships, boys, as I'm a sinner, but what they are, I don't
know," cried Barry in a voice tense with excitement. "Here, Neil, take
the glass. You know about ships."
Long and earnestly, Captain Neil held the glass in the direction
indicated.
"Boys, by all that's holy, they're destroyers," he said at length in a
low voice.
Even as they gazed, the two black dots rapidly took shape, growing
out of the mist into two sea monsters, all head and shoulders, boring
through the seas, each flinging high a huge comb of white spray, and
with an indescribable suggestion of arrogant, resistless power, bearing
down upon the ship at furious speed.
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