Mary“There!” Mr. Kemp pointed ahead, where the constant beam of the Inchkeith Light showed like the finger of God. “Steer to larboard—left!”
I did so, as best I was able, with Mr. Kemp"s hands on top of mine and my clothes sticking sodden to me.
“And there"s Potomac.”
PotomacThe American vessel was riding light, or at least she seemed to be floating high on top of the waves, with most of her sails furled. There was a full moon that night, and she rode with what seemed a score of lights proclaiming her presence to the world. My cousin was on board that ship, I thought, possibly deep in the embrace of a Frenchman, and unless I rescued her, she might never see Scotland again.
“Louise!” I shrieked, “Louise!”
Mr. Kemp looked at me. “She can"t hear you,” he said, then I saw something that h
