Greaves pressed the brig, and she rushed through the surge in madness. I never before saw a vessel spring through the seas as did the _Black Watch_ at this time under a single-reefed foresail and double-reefed topsails. She’d be in a smother forward, just a seething dazzle of yeast ’twixt the forecastle rails, everything hidden that way in a snowstorm, so that you’d think the whole length of her was thundering into the boiling whiteness about her bows; but in a breath she’d leap, black and streaming, to the height of the lifting sea, with a toss of the head that filled the wind with crystals and prisms of brine, while a long-drawn whistling and hooting came out of the fabric of her slanting masts, and the water blew forward in white smoke from the gushing scuppers. Then came a change; the dawn of the third morning painted a delicate lilac along the eastern sky, and when the sun rose over the wide Pacific the morning was one of cloudless splendor. At eight o’clock Yan Bol came aft to take charge of the deck. I told him that presently we would be going into the lazarette to take stock of the cases of silver, and that the captain would keep a lookout while he was below. A dull light glittered in the eyes of the big Dutchman. He grinned and said, “Vill not she be a long shob, Mr. Fielding?” “Yes,” said I. “How long shall she take a man to gount a tousand dollars? Und dere vhas hoondreds und tousands of dollars to gount below.” “Do you think I mean to count the dollars?” “Yaw.” I arched my eyebrows at him, and then gave him my back. “Veil, I vhas sorry. I like gounting money. Dere vhas a shoy in der feel of money if so be ash he vhas gold or silver--I do not love copper--dot makes me happier, Mr. Fielding, dan any odder pleasure. Ox me vhy und I tells you? Because vhen I gounts money she vhas mine own. No man gives me his money to gount. She vhas mine own; but leedle I have, and vhen I counts her it vhas after long years, so dot der pleasure vhas all der same as a pipe und a pot to a man vhen he comes out of der lockoop.” While I breakfasted I enjoyed some conversation in dumb show with the lady Aurora--dumb show for the most part, I should say--for a number of English words she now possessed, and I was astonished not more by her memory than by the excellence of her pronunciation. Her knowledge of a single word uttered by me seemed to light up the whole phrase to her perception. Her gaze would continue passionately wistful and expectant whenever she listened with a desire to understand, and whenever she seized or thought she had seized the sense of what was said, a flush visited her cheeks, her whole face brightened.