The old man--it was sixty years since he had made his first voyage--was watching intently a dark speck which had been visible for some time in the light of early dawn upon the north-western horizon. "Mago," he said at last, turning to his nephew and lieutenant, "does it seem to you to become bigger? your eyes are better than mine." "She hardly would gain upon us if she has no more wind than we have. Well, I shall go below, and have a bite and a sup."…
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