"Land O! right ahead!"
Then Harry, loosening her lashings so that she could turn her head, pointed out to her a lofty cape, covered with shrubbery, beneath which was a beach covered with beautiful cocoanut trees, now waving wildly in the gale!
"Thank God!" she murmured, and endeavored to smile.
The effort, however, was too much. With a faint but glad cry, she fell back, half fainting, upon her lover's shoulder.
The drifting spar was now close upon the reef, scarcely five fathoms ahead.
In less than half an hour it struck against one of the rocks, when Harry and Turk, loosening their fair charge from the spar, surveyed the water between the reef and the island.
Concluding that it was shallow enough to enable them to wade, they made their way toward the beach, carrying the girl between them.
Soon landing, they found a clear stream, in the heart of a breadfruit thicket, with a bank of soft turf upon which they laid the young girl.
Then Turk, with a knowing wink, drew from his pocket a small flask, containing a red liquid.