noon
But in spite of the schooner 's headlong speed , the distance between her and her quarry seemed to lessen scarcely at all . The old _ Revenge _ with her tall sticks and great spread of canvas was flying down before the wind with all the speed that had made her name a byword , and the man with the broken nose was evidently willing to take as many chances as his pursuers . All morning the chase went on . At noon , when the winter sun flashed on the high white dunes of Cape Cod , to starboard , the _ Tiger _ seemed to have gained a little . Job , leaving the wheel for a bit , came forward and measured the distance with his eye . He shook his head . `` Two miles , '' he said .