“I’se gwine fo’ to call Marse Frank at once. It am drefful funny!”
The darky at once went rushing down into the cabin, shouting:
“Marse Frank, fo’ de lan’ ob massy sakes, cum quick! Wha’ yo’ fink we hab cum to, sah? It am lan’, sah, jes’ so suah as yo’ am bo’n!”
Frank, somewhat startled, sprang up and rushed out on deck.
He saw the state of affairs at once. Pomp was right.
“An island!” he gasped. “It is not on any chart. How very queer!”
Pomp’s cry had alarmed others of the crew. These now came rushing out to view the strange spectacle.
It was a forbidding coast, with rocky shores and high bluffs, against which the waves broke pitilessly.
So far as could be seen it furnished no harbor or refuge of any kind for a vessel. What its vegetable or animal life was it was not easy to guess.
A few waving pines were seen upon the cliffs, a few stunted trees of the deciduous order also.