“It’s time we were getting these things ready,” he remarked, with a grimmer expression than Elliott had ever seen his imperturbable countenance assume.
“Do you think we’ll be in time?” Margaret asked him very anxiously, when he returned to the deck.
“I’m sure I don’t know any more than you do,” replied Elliott.
“If we’re too late, or if the wreck isn’t there—I’ll never forgive myself!” she breathed, desperately.
“You begin to appreciate what you’ve done?” said Elliott, trying to look at her sternly, but his glance softened; he wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it didn’t matter after all whether they found the treasure or not, since there was something better in life than gold. For a moment it seemed to him that she almost expected it, but before the moment was passed Henninger hailed the deck.
“I think I’ve sighted it. There’s something, anyway.”
Hawke burst out into a joyous whoop of excitement. “What direction?” called Bennett. “Any other ship in sight?”
“A little more to port.”
The course was hauled a little more. “No sign of any other vessel anywhere,” Henninger added, after carefully sweeping the horizon with his binoculars.
“Hurrah!” cried Margaret. “I knew we would win!”