Ruby could hardly sift her emotions when she found herself panting and
doubling in flight. The chase had started without her will or dissent;
had suddenly sprung, as it were, out of the ground. She only knew that
she was very angry with Zeb; that she longed desperately to elude him;
and that he must catch her soon, for her breath and strength were
ebbing.

What happened in the end she kept in her dreams till she died.
Somehow she had dropped the lantern and was running up from the sea
towards the fire, with Zeb's feet pounding behind her, and her soul
possessed with the dread to feel his grasp upon her shoulders.
As it fell, Old Zeb leapt up to his feet with excitement, and opened his
mouth wide to cheer.

But no voice came for three seconds: and when he spoke this was what he
said--

"Good Lord, deliver us!"

She saw his gaze pass over her shoulder; and then heard these words come
slowly, one by one, like dropping stones. His face was like a ghost's
in the bonfire's light, and he muttered again--"From battle and murder,
and from sudden death--Good Lord, deliver us!"

She could not understand at first; thought it must have something to do
with Young Zeb, whose arms were binding hers, and whose breath was hot
on her neck. She felt his grasp relax, and faced about.

Full in front, standing out as the faint moon showed them, motionless,
as if suspended against the black sky, rose the masts, yards, and