“Here’s another of the ghost seers,” laughed Jack. “They all look on me as a ghost aboard this craft.”
“It was a marvellous escape,” said the captain. “Luckily the tramp was a fine old slow tub, and still more luckily she had a good look-out for one hour only. Why, you couldn’t have been in the water for more than ten minutes.”
“It seemed about a week to me, old man,” said Jack. “And as for the tramp—well, we arrived at Sydney before you any way.”
The captain laughed.
“It was a providential escape,” said he.
“It was a providential escape,” said Viola, putting her arm through Jack’s and walking away with him.