The Grip of Honor

"The wind is freshening; we gain upon her easily, I think, sir." "Decidedly. This is our best point of sailing, and our best wind, too. We can't be going less than ten knots," said the captain, looking critically over the bows at the water racing alongside. "I can almost make out the name on her stern now with the naked eye," replied the other, staring hard ahead through the drift and spray. "Have...