"We entered the drawing-room, and there, sure enough, was my angel of the cathedral-porch. Her eye fell upon me as I passed the doorway, and, by the half start and blush, I saw that I was plainly recognized, and with pleasure. We were formally presented by Don Pedro, and, after the old skipper had been flattered into an ecstasy of mingled admiration and self-complacency, Donna Clara turned again to me. "'I do not know that I ought to have bid you welcome, Mr. Stewart,' she said, with an arch smile, 'you treated my poor guardian shamefully, I am told.' "'Yes,' cried Pedro, 'and just to let you know what a truculent person he is, know that yesterday he more than insinuated that he would serve me in the same way that he did Don Carlos.'" "Land ho!" sung out the man on the look-out. "Where away?" shouted Langley, walking forward. "Pretty near ahead, sir; perhaps a point on our starboard bow, sir." "Land ho!" bellowed the man at the wheel, "just abeam, sir, to loo-ard." "What had I better do, sir?" inquired Langley, of the mate. "I was looking at the chart just at night, and I should reckon the land ahead might be Mayaguana, and the Little Caycos under our lee." "Head her about west, then; but we shall have the lead going soon." We filled away before the wind, which had now veered again to the eastward, and in a few moments were dashing bravely on, sailing right up the moon's wake toward the Pass, the land lying on each side of us like blue clouds resting on the horizon. We settled ourselves again on the hatch, lighted fresh cigars, and the mate resumed his broken yarn.