Curtis was seized with uncontrollable excitement. Crawling to the cabin, he shouted down to the Swede, "Come up, Lieutenant, we're nearing land!"
The box again flew open and this time Lindbohm was the jack that bobbed out.
"Why, it's dark as a pocket," he said, "how can any one see whether land is near or not?"
Curtis seized the Lieutenant's head gently with both hands and turned it toward the signal. The Swede whistled softly.
"Yust so," he said.
After another twenty minutes a sailor brought a lantern from the cabin and hung it to a hook on the forward mast. For over an hour there had been no lightning, and now a sudden flash hissed and died as though one had attempted to light a match in a gusty room. There was but a moment of light, but that was enough. There, a quarter of a mile distant, extended beckoningly and invitingly toward the little vessel, were the arms of a narrow bay; and down the shore, perhaps a mile away, a gunboat stole stealthily and slowly along.
To the left a stretch of coast, perhaps two miles in length, ended suddenly in a towering cliff. By turning they would have the wind square in the sails and would be making straight for the promontory. This expedient evidently occurred to the captain, who knew every inch of the Cretan coast as well as he knew the deck of his own caique, for he instantly gave the necessary orders.
"It would never have done to put into the bay," observed Lindbohm, "they would have us like rats in a trap. That's one of the blockading squadron. They're looking for yust such people as we are."
"They haven't seen us, glory to God!" cried Michali.
The three passengers had crowded about the captain, who stood at the tiller. The caique was now skipping from crest to crest like a flying fish.