Part 20 (1/2)

They acted like new men under the spur of new hopes. They evidently believed in Dave. It was some time, however, before Daley would consent to forego his thirstings for revenge against Nesik and the Hankers.

”Don't you go for to spoil everything by thinking up a rumpus,” advised one of the sailor's companions. ”Young Fearless means what he says.

Let's rest on that, say I, and follow his orders.”

”I have none to give at present,” said Dave. ”When I do, I am sure we will work in harmony all right. Mr. Daley, you are the pilot. Can we reach the Windjammers' Island in any way?”

”I know the point of the compa.s.s all right,” a.s.serted Daley. ”The course may be a little blind until this mist rises, but--to your oars, men, and strike due west. That way,” and Daley indicated the direction.

”Get aboard, Fearless. It's most comfortable in the stern.”

”Shall we tow the smaller boat?” inquired the young diver.

”What's the use? We don't need it, and it would only hamper us. There you are, neat and tidy.”

They cast the smaller boat adrift. Dave settled down comfortably in the stern of the larger yawl.

”My!” he soliloquized, ”when I think of my forlorn chances when I went overboard from the _Swallow_ last night and this comfort and security, I'm a very thankful boy.”

Dave had not had a wink of sleep for over thirty-six hours. He began to doze. Daley, noticing this, ceased his chatter with his companions.

Dave was soon fast asleep.

He roused up with a vivid start some hours later. He had slept so profoundly, owing to a natural weariness and exhaustion after his arduous experiences, that he had not even been disturbed by a howling tempest that had come up.

The mist had dispersed, and it was night. A furious gale was blowing, and the frail yawl was riding on high waves.

Daley had crawled along the boat. He was shaking Dave vigorously by the arm. At the same time, bringing his lips close to Dave's ear, he shouted loudly a word that aroused Dave like an electric shock:

”Land!”

”What--where?” cried Dave, starting up.

”Steady, mate,” warned Daley, holding Dave back in the seat. ”Get your peepers wide open and all your senses woke up. Drop the oars,” he yelled to his companions, ”they're only in the way. Let her swing.

It's drift or drown now, sure.”

Dave sat for a moment grasping the sides of the yawl, and realizing that they were being driven along at a fearful rate of speed. Daley and his companions, too, were holding on for life.

”You said land,” Dave shouted, trying to raise his voice above the roar of the tempest.

”Yes,” answered Daley. ”Now then, when we top a wave, look sharp--there!”

Daley pointed, and Dave fixed his glance steadily in the direction indicated.

”I see nothing,” he said as they went up, down, and up again. ”What did you mean?”

”A light--there it is.”

”I see it,” cried Dave.