"So are we. We'll be there before you, though. Can we take letters?"
"No, thanks."
"Bon voyage then."
"Bon voyage!"
"Hurrah!" said Wynn. "No doubt we'll be there before her in more ways than one."
But next day, no ship being then in sight, the glass indicated a depression, the clouds rolled up till the horizon was close aboard of them, and somehow or another the broadswords' hearts went down with the falling glass. In dirty weather like what was coming anything might happen to mar their success.
It really gave the Fortuna almost as good a chance of reaching the island first as the Breezy.
The gale was at its height when the sable plumes of night trailed over the sea.
The Breezy was making good knotage, but, fearful that she might pass the small islands in the darkness, they were obliged to stop ship.
Yet this storm appeared to have driven the Breezy out of her way. There were both winds and currents to reckon with.