“Yes, sir.
“But,” he added, “for the life of me, I don’t yet see how it is to be done.”
“Wait then till to-morrow’s sun shines o’er the sea,” answered Antonio, nodding and smiling.
. . . . . .
The news that an attempt was now to be made to gain the open water soon spread among the crew, and even those who had began to ail seemed to regain strength and spirits.
There is indeed no medicine in the world so efficacious as hope.
Every one on board the Zingara slept sounder than usual that night, and more than one dreamt ere morning that the ship was once more far away from this mysterious and echoless sea, ploughing her way through the blue ocean, all sails set, and homeward bound.
CHAPTER XII
“NO HELP! NO HOPE! AND DAY AFTER DAY FLEW BY”
Early next morning Antonio commenced putting his plan into execution.
The work would be long and tedious, probably it would be an entire failure. Yet somehow or other he had hope.