"Oh, I am so glad you are safe!" she exclaimed, impulsively, resting her bright head on his shoulder. "Do you think we are far from land?"
"I hope not," he answered. Then, raising himself halfway out of water, and glancing far ahead through the gloom. "God be praised! I think I see land, now! at all events there are breakers."
Turk looked in the indicated direction, to behold a long line of white water gleaming through the darkness.
"Ay! ay!" he shouted, in a ringing voice, "there is land, sure enough. Cheer up, lass, we are near land after all."
"I am afraid our shipmates will not succeed in reaching it," said Harry, "as they must be far to leeward of us by this time."
"There's no tellin'," answered Turk; "but I'm afraid not. I hope, hows'ever, the poor lads will be picked up, between this and to-morrow night, by some passing craft."
All night long the three were borne on, at the mercy of winds and waves, nearer and nearer towards the line of white water.
The sufferings of poor Mary were meanwhile intense, and were fully appreciated by the two men, notwithstanding the girl's efforts to hide her pain and seem cheerful.
Poor child! drenched through and through, cold and feverish by turns, with a terrible pain in her head, and half smothered by the seas continually breaking over her, no wonder that she suffered!
Almost unconscious when the gray dawn stole upon the waters, she heard the ringing tones of Harry Glenville, breaking like music upon her half-bewildered senses.