"Stoker," replied Armitage grimly.
The other sailors looked at each other and laughed.
"We landed to get water," explained the boatswain, "and chanced to stumble across human foot-prints. Knowing the island was deserted, we decided to follow up the tracks. And here we are. I guess you're glad to see us."
Armitage was silent.
"Thank God!" murmured Grace. "Where is your ship? What is it?"
"The Saucy Polly, of Boston, Mass., and as fine a whaler as you ever saw. We're anchored on the other side of the island. I guess that's why you didn't see us."
"An American ship—God be praised," murmured Grace, clasping her hands. "Will you take us home?"
"That we will, Miss. We couldn't leave you here."
Overcome with emotion, Grace suddenly burst into tears.