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I fell asleep quickly and my slumber was sweet, for it was one long dream of Tom. Earnest and full of passion at times had been our talk whilst we stood together at the wheel, and the imaginations of my slumber were richly coloured. At four Will awoke me, and I rose with the promptitude of a sailor, and had relieved Mr. Bates at the wheel before Tom came out of his berth. It was very dark. My cousin, instead of going immediately to his bed, went up the steps to the top of the house; he stayed two or three minutes, then putting his head over that we who stood below might hear him, for Tom had now arrived, he cried out: ‘I guess I was right; now I'm sure of it. Captain Butler, there's a sail dead in our wake, and she seems to be overhauling us hand over fist.'
Tom and the mate ran up; presently Will looked over and called down: ‘Marian, starboard -- d'ye understand me? ' I answered by immediately putting the helm over.