“Oh, Lyon! is not this a beautiful morning? And the Captain says the wind is fair, and we shall sail in half an hour!” was her greeting.
And Lyon pressed her hand in silence. A great weight of anxiety lay upon his heart; he knew, if she did not, that she was not safe, even on shipboard, until the ship should really sail. And now his eyes were fixed upon a large rowboat that was rapidly crossing the water from the shore to the ship.
“Do you expect any more passengers?” he inquired of the Captain.
“Oh, lots!” answered the latter.
“Are those some of your passengers coming in the boat?”
The Captain threw a hasty glance at the approaching object and answered carelessly:
“Of course they are! Don’t you see they are making right for the ship?”
The boat was very near. It was at the side of the ship. The oars were drawn in. The passengers were climbing up to the deck.
“They look like nice people! I am sure they will make it still pleasanter for us on the voyage,” said Sybil, who in her happy mood was inclined to be delighted with every event.