“I was thinking,” said Moray gravely, “of how long it would be before it is day.”
The longest night comes to an end, and the breaking of that next day showed the river much sunken and pretty well at its normal tidal height; and with four men rowing steadily the boat glided downward, with the sun when it rose showing first one and then another landmark which seemed familiar; but after their one journey upward no one present could recall how far they were above the careening place.
Again and again as they passed round some great bend Moray rose from his seat, and, as Rodd afterwards told him, made them all miserable by gazing wildly downwards in the expectation of catching sight of the brig, or of seeing his father in his boat coming upward in search of the missing ones, who had quite outstepped the time that their stay was to last.
It was always the same; the poor fellow sank back into his place wearily, his countenance drawn and a look of despair in his eyes. At such times Rodd would watch his opportunity, steal his hand quietly along, and give Morny’s arm a long and friendly grip, with the result that the dim eyes would brighten a little and dart a grateful glance in the English lad’s direction.
The journey downwards seemed endless, and proved to be far longer than any one there anticipated. But just as the longest and darkest watch nights come to their end, so it was here, when, skimming along under sail, taking long reaches, for the wind was abeam, all at once Joe Cross, who was the first to see, sang out a loud and hearty—
“Ship ahoy!”
“Hah!” cried Morny. “Do you see the brig?”
“No, sir,” replied the man, as Morny, the doctor and Rodd shaded their eyes and gazed down-stream; “I can’t make out the brig.”
“Oh, you don’t half look,” cried Rodd. “There’s the Spanish schooner, and ours, and just beyond them, half hidden by the trees and land, there are the tops of the masts of the brig. Hurrah, Morny! She’s all right, afloat, and— Here, what are you looking that way for?”
“Because I can’t see her,” said the French lad despairingly. “There is something wrong.”