The captain listened in open-eyed amazement, but he no longer hesitated, and orders were given that the yacht should sail at once. To Lady Mildred these few days seemed interminable, and as they drew near her suspense increased. At last the mouth of the Congo came in sight and with the aid of glasses they could see the many disabled steamers. It was Captain Samson who first made out the Esmeralda and he came from the bridge to tell them.
Lady Mildred was putting on a pith helmet and her face had grown very pale.
“I wonder what has happened?” she muttered to herself. “Captain, will you get a launch ready? I want to go on board at once,” she said aloud.
“There is a pinnace putting off from the cruiser, my lady, and she is traveling towards us at a good speed,” the captain answered.
Lady Mildred put the glasses to her eyes and gave a cry at what she saw.
“There is only one man astern. It is not John. I think it is Mr. Drake.”
“Let me see,” Lady Ethel cried eagerly, and she almost snatched the glasses from her sister.
Lady Mildred turned away for she wished to hide her distress. It was evident that they had recognized the Heron, and why had not her husband come to meet her? Was it that he could not forgive her?
Sailors were busy lowering the companion way, and the launch drew alongside. Edward Drake jumped lightly onto the platform and hastened up to greet them.
“Where is Mr. Gaunt?” Lady Mildred cried, before he could utter a word.