Then Williams suddenly pointed to the north and cried:
“There she is! I know her rig!”
Sure enough, in the far distance could be seen the sails of a fine yacht sailing to the westward.
It was the Desdemona and she was making a fast course.
But the Explorer passed her far to the south and she was soon left a great distance behind.
Williams was overjoyed.
“Won’t I turn the tables on the rascals when we reach St. Johns!” he cried, excitedly. “This is too good for anything.”
Nearer drew the coast line.
Now the harbor was entered and the town could be seen.
At this point Frank went up to Williams and said: