"Ay," he exclaimed, "I see her.  And a big craft she is, too; a barque, apparently.  Surely that cannot be the craft that we are after?  Yet it looks very like her.  If so, she must have slipped out of the river with the last of the land-breeze last night, and lain becalmed all night where she is.  Now what are the other boats about that they have not seen her?  Parkinson," to the coxswain, "show that lantern for a moment to the other boats, but take care to shield it with--ah! never mind, there are both their lights.  Give way, men.  Put me alongside under her mizen chains, my lad.  Either side; I don't care which."