“It is well he doesn’t know, since he could do you no good,” rejoined Titcomb.
“Yes; it would only make the dear old man unhappy. I don’t want him to know it till he also knows that I am safe.”
“How long is it since we were left here?” asked Luke Clark. “Have you kept the record?”
“Yes, this is the seventeenth day.”
“And we are still alive! Well that’s a comfort, any way.”
Abner Titcomb had been using his glass.
“Boys!” he said, suddenly, in a tone of excitement, “I see a sail!”
“Where?” exclaimed Guy and Luke Clark together.
Titcomb pointed in a direction east by south.
“Look again! Notice if it seems to be approaching the island.”