“I believe she will come to us,” said Mark, at last.
Both of the boys looked anxiously at the Norwegian sailor, feeling that he had more experience in such affairs than themselves.
Sven Orlaff shook his head sadly.
“Da ship go ’round—no will come here,” he said.
“It won’t!” gasped Mark and Frank in a breath.
And again the sailor shook his head. The lads gazed eagerly, with eyes almost starting from their sockets. Sven Orlaff was right—the distant object was slowly but surely fading from their vision.
The despair of the boys was now greater than ever, and for some time neither could trust himself to speak.
“It looks as if we were doomed,” said Frank, at last, in a choking voice.
Mark did not answer. There seemed really nothing to say.
The sun had come out strong and hot, and it was not long before all began to feel thirsty once more. A little water remained in the hollow between the lumber and this they drank up, fearful that it would otherwise evaporate.