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He
then
took
up
his
station
near
the
window
and
gazed
through
the
foliage
.
It
was
now
half-past
seven
.
The
sun
had
disappeared
twenty
minutes
ago
behind
Granite
House
.
Consequently
the
Eastern
horizon
was
becoming
obscured
.
In
the
meanwhile
the
brig
continued
to
advance
towards
Union
Bay
.
She
was
now
not
more
than
two
miles
off
,
and
exactly
opposite
the
plateau
of
Prospect
Heights
,
for
after
having
tacked
off
Claw
Cape
,
she
had
drifted
towards
the
north
in
the
current
of
the
rising
tide
.
One
might
have
said
that
at
this
distance
she
had
already
entered
the
vast
bay
,
for
a
straight
line
drawn
from
Claw
Cape
to
Cape
Mandible
would
have
rested
on
her
starboard
quarter
.
Was
the
brig
about
to
penetrate
far
into
the
bay
?
That
was
the
first
question
.
When
once
in
the
bay
,
would
she
anchor
there
?
That
was
the
second
.
Would
she
not
content
herself
with
only
surveying
the
coast
,
and
stand
out
to
sea
again
without
landing
her
crew
?
They
would
know
this
in
an
hour
.
The
colonists
could
do
nothing
but
wait
.
Cyrus
Harding
had
not
seen
the
suspected
vessel
hoist
the
black
flag
without
deep
anxiety
.
Was
it
not
a
direct
menace
against
the
work
which
he
and
his
companions
had
till
now
conducted
so
successfully
?
Had
these
pirates
--
for
the
sailors
of
the
brig
could
be
nothing
else
--
already
visited
the
island
,
since
on
approaching
it
they
had
hoisted
their
colors
.
Had
they
formerly
invaded
it
,
so
that
certain
unaccountable
peculiarities
might
be
explained
in
this
way
?
Did
there
exist
in
the
as
yet
unexplored
parts
some
accomplice
ready
to
enter
into
communication
with
them
?
To
all
these
questions
which
he
mentally
asked
himself
,
Harding
knew
not
what
to
reply
;
but
he
felt
that
the
safety
of
the
colony
could
not
but
be
seriously
threatened
by
the
arrival
of
the
brig
However
,
he
and
his
companions
were
determined
to
fight
to
the
last
gasp
.
It
would
have
been
very
important
to
know
if
the
pirates
were
numerous
and
better
armed
than
the
colonists
.
But
how
was
this
information
to
he
obtained
?
Night
fell
.
The
new
moon
had
disappeared
.
Profound
darkness
enveloped
the
island
and
the
sea
.
No
light
could
pierce
through
the
heavy
piles
of
clouds
on
the
horizon
.
The
wind
had
died
away
completely
with
the
twilight
.
Not
a
leaf
rustled
on
the
trees
,
not
a
ripple
murmured
on
the
shore
.
Nothing
could
be
seen
of
the
ship
,
all
her
lights
being
extinguished
,
and
if
she
was
still
in
sight
of
the
island
,
her
whereabouts
could
not
be
discovered
.
"
Well
!
who
knows
?
"
said
Pencroft
.
"
Perhaps
that
cursed
craft
will
stand
off
during
the
night
,
and
we
shall
see
nothing
of
her
at
daybreak
.
"
As
if
in
reply
to
the
sailor
's
observation
,
a
bright
light
flashed
in
the
darkness
,
and
a
cannon-shot
was
heard
.
