So there they all were, still drifting along, a burning sun over their heads, the water almost steaming around them.
Gradually a sickly, yellowish mist went over the sun.
Harry watched it a moment, then sprang to his feet, shrieking out:
"Land, oh!"
"Where? where?" queried Brand wildly.
It was pointed out to him, all present saw it now.
There was surely a misty line—a headland, extending away to the south and west.
"God be praised," murmured Mary, faintly; "oh Harry! Harry! we shall get some fresh water now, and some beautiful fruit!"
The poor creature smacked her lips and clapped her hands as the spoke.