The two walked down the bank of the cove to the beach, where a full view of the seaboard could be had, and there waited for the rising sun to show them the newcomer.
The shaft of radiance soon came out of the sea, gilding each crestless wave with a glory of brightness, and revealing to the watchers the spars of a jaunty-looking schooner so near the land that it seemed as if one could have tossed a pebble on her deck.
Mr. Jenkins stood staring at the little craft in open-mouthed astonishment as if doubting the evidence of his own senses, until Captain Mansfield pulled him roughly back into the shelter of the foliage, as he whispered excitedly:
“It’s the Day Dream herself.”
“For a moment I thought my eyes were playing me a trick,” the mate said, with a long-drawn breath of bewilderment. “What are we to do? Show ourselves?”
“Not yet. We must form a plan of action, for if this calm holds until noon the little craft shall be in our possession again.”
CHAPTER VIII.
TURNING THE TABLES.
The first thing to be done was to warn the remainder of the party that the mutineers were close at hand, lest some incautious noise might betray the fact of their being on the key, and to this end Captain Mansfield hurried to the head of the little cove.
Old Andy was the only one awake, and to him the captain whispered: