“Hyar comes two boats, an’ dey looks like de Day Dream’s tenders!”
CHAPTER XIX.
THE WRECK.
When Andy made this startling announcement the treasure seekers abandoned their work to run with all speed to the beach where the statement could be verified by the evidence of their own senses.
Two boats were coming up the western shore of the island, both loaded nearly to the gunwales, and evidently heading for the place where the little party was standing.
“There’s no question about those being the Day Dream’s tenders,” Jenkins said, after a long scrutiny. “White boats with gilt ribbons are not so plentiful in these waters that there can be more than two sets near here.”
“I suppose father has anchored further down the coast, and is coming up to look for us,” Gil said, in a tone of satisfaction.
The mate made no reply, but a troubled look came over his face, and this deepened into positive dismay as Andy said:
“It beats me why dey’s done gone anchored wid a fine breeze what would bring de yacht up hyar like a race hoss.”
“Perhaps they saw the blacks when the other boats left the island, and want to keep them in sight,” Nelse suggested.