"Pig-dogs of British," he muttered in his golden beard, "you may go
and dive for them when The Day dawns."
Then he filled and lighted a handsome porcelain pipe, and puffed it
with stolid satisfaction, leaving the pepper-box silver cover open.
"Der Tag," he muttered in his golden beard; and his clear eyes swept
the starlit ocean with the pensive and terrifying scrutiny of a
waiting eagle.