human
A sail, sir! a sail! We saw her standing towards the island. She's a steamer, I think, though I could not make out her funnel. I caught sight of a wreath of white smoke hanging above her masthead.
gpt
Too probably she's only passing,
human
No, sir, she was standing steadily this way; and the heads of her courses had already risen above the horizon. We left the flag flying, so if the hill doesn't come toppling down, she will see that, and know that there is some one on the rock. Perhaps she is coming expressly to look after us.
gpt
Thank Heaven! cried Adair, in a voice choking with emotion, for the first time the calm composure he had hitherto exhibited giving way.
human
My poor people will be saved!