At length one night came the cry from aloft:
“Light ho!”
It was Cape Rosa Light, and on the vessel sails in the coming dawn until all the cadets gather on deck to behold the land of Portugal.
Lateen-rigged craft pass out, and other vessels are met, one large bark flying the Stars and Stripes, which brings a cheer of greeting from the young sailors.
The high crags of Cintra, with its castle and surrounding fields, are passed, the old fort of St. Julian, next frowning Fort Bugio, and thence onward into the waters of the Tagus.
The tower of Beleur next looms up, with fortress-clad cliffs, and the cadets soon after are called to their stations as Lisbon, seated upon her many hills, rises in terraces before them, telling them that the haven is reached, for with a plunge the anchor is let fall.
Then up aloft is run a ball of bunting, which, when shaken out, reveals the standard of Portugal, and gun after gun thunders a salute from the cruiser to the old city of Lisbon.
As the health officer has reported all safe on board, a boat soon after goes ashore, and in it are the three cadets who landed first at Liverpool, and visited the jewelry establishment.
They now seek the offices of the Continental Express Company, and there awaiting them is a small package.
The jeweler has kept his promise.