“Oh, Justin!”
“It stands in toward the island.”
“She sees our signal!”
“No, I think not, unless the captain’s glass is better than mine; for with mine I cannot make out her colors yet, and our signal is no more conspicuous.”
“Are you sure she is coming in here?”
“Yes.”
“But why, unless she sees our signal?”
“She has been driven out of her course by the gale of yesterday; but probably she has safely outridden the storm. She may be coming hither in search of fresh water or wood.”
“Oh! Justin, if she should strike that sunken reef of rocks as our poor ship did?”
“She will not do so, dear! She is steering clear of the rocks and for that little cove to leeward of them.”