'All right, Clewlin,' the mate sang out; 'that's the land. Come down here and keep bright lookout for broken water. The royals will be lowered directly.'
Jack breathed more freely. He had made no mistake, and could not be jeered at by the crew.
The clipper's deck became filled with people watching the first appearance of their future home, and the bluish tint soon assumed a green colour.
Headlands and indentations became distinct. Towards a spacious bay, partly protected by an island, the ship steered, and as she entered it all the upper canvas was lowered and clewed up.
The courses were hauled up, and the topsails came down on the lower caps.
'Let go the anchor!' the captain cried.
'Stand clear the chain!' the mate sang out.
The blow of a maul on the cat-head was followed by the roar of the cable through the hawse-pipe. Then, after a good passage of eighty-five days from Stonewell, the 'Silver Crown' swung head to wind in Moreton Bay, Queensland, Australia.