CXCIII

He was looking at a seventy-four gun ship, which lay in the shadow under Saltash. The ship seemed one dark mass.

“I told you that would be the effect,” said Turner, referring to some previous conversation. “Now, as you perceive, it is all shade!”

“Yes, I perceive it; and yet the ports are there.”

“We can only take what is visible—no matter what may be there. There are people in the ship; we don’t see them through the planks.”

Turner.