A little before daybreak the breeze freshened, and the waves began to rise; but not so high as to threaten the boat, which proved, indeed, a most gallant little craft, dancing over the waters as if she enjoyed being driven by the breeze. Some boats, as sailors will tell you (being always apt to compare these craft with living creatures), come thus, frolic and sprightly, from their makers' hands; while others, built of the same material and on the same lines, are, on the contrary, and always remain, heavy and lumpish; just as some children are lively and gay, while others, born of the same parents, are dull and morose. Then the sun rose, seeming to leap out of the water, a most glorious ball of fire, which instantly warmed the cool air and began to burn and scorch our hands and faces. In these hot latitudes one understands what the ancients meant when they spoke of the dreadful Sun-God, who both gives and destroys life, and is so beneficial and yet so terrible. We, who live in a cold country, are sometimes greatly comforted by the sun, but are never burned; we feel his warmth, but understand not his power. Then Barnaby began to gaze curiously all round the horizon. We had no glass or telescope; but his eyes were to him as good as any telescope is to most men. 'Thank the Lord!' he said, drawing breath (it was rare for Barnaby thus openly to give praise), 'there is no sail in sight. To be sure, we have the day before us. But yet'--here he began to talk as some men use when they desire to place before their own minds clearly the position of affairs. 'Very well, then--Barbadoes laying thirty miles and more nor'-east by north--vessels bound for the island from Bristol commonly sailing round the north--very well, then--we are out of their track. Yet--then again--some are driven south by stress of weather. Ay, there is our danger. Yet again, if one should see us, would she bear down upon us? I greatly doubt it. The wind will continue--that is pretty sure. If they were to discover that we had gone by boat, would they sail after us? Why, what boat could they send? And whither would they steer? And what boat have they that can sail faster than this little craft? Yet we are pretty low down in the water. Humphrey, lad'--he turned upon me his broad and sunburnt face, full of cheerfulness--'we are not within many hours of scuttling yet. A tight boat, a fair wind, a smooth sea--let us hope for the best! How goes Robin?' There was no change in Robin, either for better or for worse. 'Sis,' said Barnaby; 'art sleeping still, Sis? Wake up, and let us eat and drink, and be jolly! What! Alice, I say! Why--we have escaped! We are far away at sea! Let us laugh and sing. If there were room in this cockle, I would dance also!' She lifted her head, and threw back her hood. Ah! what a mournful face was there! 'Oh, brother!' she said, 'canst thou laugh and sing? Hast thou forgotten last night?'