"A ship, sure enough," said the other Canadian, while his wife shed tears of joy.
Josiah Crabtree had just been interviewing Mrs. Stanhope in the cabin. He was trying again to hypnotize her, and she was trying to keep from under the spell.
"A boat must be coming, by the cries," said the former teacher. "I will go to the deck and investigate."
He ran up the companion way, and Mrs. Stanhope followed. The lady felt weak and utterly discouraged.
"If I only had Dora with me!" she murmured to herself.
"Did you speak?" asked Crabtree, looking over his shoulder.
"Not to you," she answered coldly.
Soon Crabtree was at the stern. The sloop came closer, and a rope was thrown to the Wellington and made fast by the Canadians. The smaller craft drew so little water that she did not ground, even when lying at the larger ship's stern.
"Hullo!" began Josiah Crabtree, addressing Randy Fairwell. "This is most fortunate."
"I see you are wrecked," returned Fairwell calmly.