CHAPTER XX. 

"White as a white sail on a dusky sea. When half the horizon's clouded and half free, Fluttering between the dim wave and the sky Is hope's last gleam in man's extremity." 

_The Island._ 

The dawning of day, on the morning which succeeded, was a moment of great interest on board the different English ships which then lay off the Gulf of Salerno. Cuffe and Lyon were called, according to especial orders left by themselves, while even Sir Frederick Dashwood allowed himself to be awakened, to hear the report of the officer of the watch. The first was up quite half an hour before the light appeared. He even went into the maintop again, in order to get as early and as wide a survey of the horizon as he wished. Griffin went aloft with him, and together they stood leaning against the topmast rigging, watching the slow approach of those rays which gradually diffused themselves over the whole of a panorama that was as bewitching as the hour and the lovely accessories of an Italian landscape could render it. 

"I see nothing _in-shore_," exclaimed Cuffe, in a tone of disappointment, when the light permitted a tolerable view of the coast. "If she should be _outside_ of us our work will be only half done!" 

"There is a white speck close in with the land, _sir_," returned Griffin; "here, In the direction of those ruins, of which our gentlemen that have been round in the boats to look at, tell such marvels; I believe, however, it is only a felucca or a sparanara. There is a peak to the sail that does not look lugger-fashion." 
Who else awakened?
even Sir Frederick Dashwood allowed himself to be awakened