“There is a ship in sight,” said M. Zermatt.
“It is the Unicorn,” Jenny replied.
“And it’s God who has sent her now!” Frank murmured.
The echoes of Falconhurst rang with a second detonation, much closer, and the savages recoiled into cover under the trees.
Jack sprang to the flag-staff, and, nimble as any top-man, scrambled to the top of it.
“Ship! Ship ahoy!” he yelled.
All eyes were turned towards the north.
Above False Hope Point the topsails of a ship appeared, swelling in the morning breeze.
A three-master, on the port tack, was manœuvring to get round the point, which thereafter was known as Cape Deliverance.
From her mizzen-mast flew the flag of Great Britain!