CHAPTER IX
AT THE DERELICT AGAIN
“There is no current here,” said Antonio to the mate. “If so, it is all but imperceptible, so it is the light breeze alone that is carrying that derelict along.”
“Look at the birds around her, sir. Why, they are in thousands and thousands.”
“Well, I propose that we board her. Call away the weed-plough, and get the man to put a rope-ladder on board.”
In two hours’ time they found themselves in the volcanic lake, and soon had entered the lane or canal adown which the derelict came slowly floating along.
“Give way, men, with a will,” cried Barclay, who was in command, Antonio having stayed in the ship. “Give way, lads; the exercise will put life in you.”
It made them perspire at all events, for the day was sultry and hot.
The derelict which they reached at last was a strange sight, draped all round with weeds slimy and grey.
But the hook-end of the rope-ladder was pitched on board, and caught on.
The men held it till Barclay clambered up to the top of the bulwark.