"We had just sighted the coast, when first the smoke from your vessel came into view.
"Charlow was very weak, but he altered the direction the boat was going, and told us how to steer toward you.
"Presently the yacht came in sight, and we tried to get him to put us on board; but he was too weak, and just before Bob saw us he breathed his last."
Such was Mrs. Cromwell's narrative, and Viola corroborated it.
A happy day was spent on board of the Dart. "I trust we are never separated again," said Bob to his mother.
"So do I, Bob," she returned fondly. Then she gave a sigh. "I wonder when we will reach Cedar Island. I see nothing like cedar trees around here."
"The map has but one cedar on it," he returned. "It must have floated up here in the water and taken root in the ice. Even Captain Sumner can't understand that part of it."
On the following day the Dart again set sail for the coast of Siberia.
They were well into the sea of Kamtchatka, and felt that they must soon strike the spot mentioned in Ruel Gross' memorandums, if the old sailor had taken his observations correctly.
"If only we were sure father was alive!" Bob murmured more than once.