Brand, walking his quarter-deck, kept his eyes steadily averted from her face.
Gradually darkness stole round the vessel, when, far ahead, a bright, lurid light broke upon the vision of Mary Manton.
"What is that?" she inquired of her lover.
He informed her that it was a volcano.
"Then that is the volcanic island where we are to search," said Mary.
"Yes," answered Harry, "but you must not hope to discover anything. From this point no man could hardly hope to swim to that island."
Mary sighed heavily.
At the same moment, she noticed that her lover's head was inclined sideways.
She was then sensible of a distant humming, roaring noise, growing louder and louder!
"It is the volcano, is it not?" she inquired.