There was no magic in two wind-sails and a wide skylight to cool it. ... But the moon lay bright upon the white planks of the deck, and though the rigging rose pale as tarnished silver to the ... The moonlight whitened him, but he was a powerfully built fellow with a quantity of black hair hanging about his ears and dark nervous eyes which caught the light in silver stars. ... And now I observed that in the black shadow of the galley forward there stood a little group of men, apparently strivinganbsp;...
|Author||:||Norman Macleod, Donald Macleod|