Meanwhile a change had come over the scene. The sun had set, red and lowering, behind a bank of dark clouds, and there was every appearance of stormy weather; but as yet it was nearly calm, and the ship was unable to beat up against the light breeze in the wake of the two boats, which were soon far away on the horizon. Then a furious gust arose and passed away, a dark cloud covered the sky as night fell, and soon boats and whale were utterly lost to view. "Wae's me!" cried the big Scotch mate, as he ran up and down the quarter-deck wringing his hands, "what _is_ to be done noo?" Saunders spoke a mongrel kind of language--a mixture of Scotch and English--in which, although the Scotch words were sparsely scattered, the Scotch accent was very strong. "How's her head?" "Nor'-nor'-west, sir." "Keep her there, then. Maybe, if the wind holds stiddy, we may overhaul them before it's quite dark." Although Saunders was really in a state of the utmost consternation at this unexpected termination to the whale-hunt, and expressed the agitation of his feelings pretty freely, he was too thorough a seaman to neglect anything that was necessary to be done under the circumstances. He took the exact bearings of the point at which the boats had disappeared, and during the night, which turned out gusty and threatening, kept making short tacks, while lanterns were hung at the mast-heads, and a huge torch, or rather a small bonfire, of tarred materials was slung at the end of a spar and thrust out over the stern of the ship. But for many hours there was no sign of the boats, and the crew of the _Dolphin_ began to entertain the most gloomy forebodings regarding them. At length, towards morning, a small speck of light was noticed on the weather-beam. It flickered for a moment, and then disappeared. "Did ye see yon?" said Saunders to Mivins in an agitated whisper, laying his huge hand on the shoulder of that worthy. "Down your helm" (to the steersman). "Ay, ay, sir!" "Stiddy!" "Steady it is, sir." Mivins's face, which for some hours had worn an expression of deep anxiety, relaxed into a bland smile, and he smote his thigh powerfully, as he exclaimed, "That's them, sir, _and_ no mistake! What's your opinion, Mr. Saunders?" The second mate peered earnestly in the direction in which the light had been seen; and Mivins, turning in the same direction, screwed up his visage into a knot of earnest attention so complicated and intense, that it seemed as if no human power could evermore unravel it. "There it goes again!" cried Saunders, as the light flashed distinctly over the sea. "Down helm; back fore-top-sails!" he shouted, springing forward; "lower away the boat there!" In a few seconds the ship was hove to, and a boat, with a lantern fixed to an oar, was plunging over the swell in the direction of the light. Sooner than was expected they came up with it, and a hurrah in the distance told that all was right.