J. Allan Dunn, On the Account — VI. The Kissing Palms (1917)
“ Bane came up and sent a keen eye to the set of the sails, to the even wake that streamed greenish-white, like marble, behind them. The steering was perfect. The brigantine was at the limit of its speed. “Once clear of this,” he said to Denton, “and we’ll careen. If we were not foul we could hold her. As it is——” “Land ahead,” came from the foremast where a man balanced himself in the top mast crosstrees. Another shot came from the corvette. “Try her with the stern-chaser,” ordered Bane. “The water should begin to shallow soon. We’ll lead her on since we can not shake her off.” ”
