“Eva!” he whispered suddenly.
He did not know what he meant to say. She turned her face, then let go the wheel impulsively, threw both arms around his neck and drew his head to her. The boat yawed wildly. They heard Morrison’s startled shout.
“What’s the matter, there?”
Eva seized the wheel again and steadied her. Looking ahead, Lang saw something like the faintest, most remote summer lightning touch the horizon clouds, vanish, reappear, vanish.
“I think we’ve raised Tronador Light,” he called back.
Morrison came forward and stared over their shoulders.
“Yes, that’s old Tronador,” he said with satisfaction. “Many a time I’ve seen it winking as I came up this channel—never with such a cargo as we’ve got on board to-night.”
“It’s time—you’ve deserved it long enough, father,” Eva murmured.
“Of course I deserved it, but I’d never have got it but for luck, and Doctor Lang. Close to a hundred thousand. It was you who turned the trick for us, Lang, and you’ll get your reward.”
“I’ve got my reward already,” said Lang, with some emphasis.