tradition of the mad Englishman has passed away from France, but it
has only leaped the Pyrenees. Some crazy multi-millionaire was just
running his head into the German noose. They gave up their work and
settled down contentedly to watch the yacht, multi-millionaire, captain
and crew and all go up into the sky. But the _Dragonfly_ passed from
their sight with the foam curling from her bows and broadening out into
a pale fan behind her; and over the headlands for a long time they saw
the streamer of her smoke as she drove in to Palma Bay.

Hillyard, standing by the captain's side upon the bridge, watched the
great cathedral rise from out of the water at the end of the bay, towers
and flying buttresses and the mass of brown stone, before even a house
was visible. The _Dragonfly_ passed a German cargo steamer which had
sought refuge here at the outbreak of war. She was a large ship, full of
oil, and she had been moved from the quay-side to an anchorage in the
bay by the captain of the port, lest by design or inadvertence she
should take fire and set the town aflame. There she lay, a source of
endless misgiving to every allied ship which sailed these waters, kept
clean and trim as a yacht, her full crew on board, her dangerous cargo
below, in the very fairway of the submarine; and there the scruples of
the Allies allowed her to remain while month followed month. Historians
in later years will come across in this or that Government office in
Paris, in London and in Rome, warnings, appeals, and accounts of the
presence of this ship; and those anxious for a picturesque contrast may
set against the violation of Belgium and all the "scrap of paper"
philosophy, the fact that for years in the very centre of the German
submarine effort in the Western Mediterranean, the German steamer
_Fangturm_, with her priceless cargo of oil, was allowed by the
scrupulous honour of the Allies to swing unmolested at her anchor in
Palma Bay. Hillyard could never pass that great black ship in those
neutral waters without a hope that his steering-gear would just at this
moment play him false and swing his bows at full speed on to her side.
The _Dragonfly_ ran past her to the arm of the great mole and was moored
with her stern to the quay. A small crowd of gesticulating idlers
gathered about the ropes, and all were but repeating the phrases of the
peasants upon the hill-side, as Hillyard walked ashore down the gangway.

"But it's impossible that you s