“And I sure do hope there won’t be any more accidents,” Tom mused. “I’ve had my share of ’em this trip, that’s certain.”
The hardships and the privations suffered while on the derelict and in the open boat soon passed away, and the refugees were made to feel at home on the Alexandria. Little Jackie soon became a general favorite, and Tom made many friends.
As for the two sailors, they were soon at home among the members of the crew, and, as Captain Buchanan was short-handed, he signed them as first class men, so they were well provided for.
Mr. Skeel kept much to himself. He seemed in fear that his conduct aboard the boat and derelict would be told to those on board the rescue ship, but Tom and his friends had no idea of exposing the scoundrel, as it would have done no good. So Mr. Skeel kept to himself, glad enough to be let alone.
“I suppose there is no telling when you will sight a ship bound in the direction I was to travel in, is there?” asked Tom, a few days after the rescue.
“Hardly,” replied the captain. “I have instructed the lookout to report the first vessel bound for Australia, though, and we may speak one any day. If she cannot take you all the way there she may be able to transfer you to one that will.”
“My!” exclaimed our hero. “I certainly will have my share of travel on the sea! But I sha’n’t mind, if I can only rescue dad and mother.”
“And I certainly wish you all success,” spoke Captain Buchanan. “What are your plans when you do reach Sydney or Melbourne, if I may ask?”
“I’m going to charter a steamer and sail for that island near Tongatabu,” replied Tom.
“Charter a steamer!” exclaimed the captain. “That will be pretty expensive.”