Dick leaned over the vessel's rail and tried to pierce the shadows on the water and see if he could detect any movement. "Don't--see--anything that looks like moving, boys. Surely the anchor holds her," he said, in a very subdued way.
"Dick, see that rock on the shore?" asked Dave.
A ledge, big, shadowy, could be made out.
"Now, boys, keep your eyes on that two or three minutes and see if we stay abreast of it," was Dave's proposed test.
Five pairs of eyes were strained, watching the ledge; but if there had been five hundred, they would not have seen any proof that the vessel was stationary.
The ledge was stationary, but the Relentless--
"Well," said Dick, scratching his head, "I don't think we need worry. We--we--"
"Can drift," said Dab scornfully.
"It is of no use to cry over spilled milk," said Dave, in a tone meant to assure others. "Let's make the best of it, now it's done, and get some fun out of it if we can. All aboard for--Patagonia!"
"Good for you," whispered Dick. "The others are chicken-hearted. We shall come out of it all right; though I wish the schooner's rudder worked, and we might steer her."