“Yes; the feeling that he is to exert himself is beginning to show itself,” said Sir John musingly. “He’ll come round if he is given something to call out his energy.”
They sat very silent till bed-time, and on saying good-night, Sir John turned quickly upon his old friend.
“This is a chance, Instow,” he said, “and if the vessel comes up to his description I shall close at once.”
Chapter Six.
Jack begins to wake.
The waters of the Dart were dancing merrily in the bright sunshine next morning, when, nervous and so anxious that his breakfast had been spoiled, Jack walked between his father and the doctor toward the pier, wondering what sort of a vessel the Silver Star, which had been finished too finely for the captain’s taste, would prove.
“There she is,” said the doctor suddenly. “That must be the yacht, for there is nothing else in sight at all answering her description.”
“Yes, that is she, the one we saw as we came in yesterday. Why she must be quite half-a-mile away.”