Glenarvan shook his head in dissent.
“And yet,” said the young captain, “you must be longing to quit this vessel. We ought to have seen the lights of Auckland thirty-six hours ago.”
Glenarvan made no reply. He still looked, and for a moment his glass was pointed toward the horizon to windward.
“The land is not on that side, my Lord,” said John Mangles. “Look more to starboard.”
“Why, John?” replied Glenarvan. “I am not looking for the land.”
“What then, my Lord?”
“My yacht! the Duncan,” said Glenarvan, hotly. “It must be here on these coasts, skimming these very waves, playing the vile part of a pirate! It is here, John; I am certain of it, on the track of vessels between Australia and New Zealand; and I have a presentiment that we shall fall in with her.”
“God keep us from such a m
