“I think—that is to say, don’t you think—that it would be as well to put about now?”
Gascoyne’s head dropped on his chest, and for some moments he stood speechless, while his strong hands played nervously with the tiller that they had held so long and so firmly. At last he looked up and said, in a low voice— “I resign the schooner into your hands, Mr Montague.”
Then he went slowly below, and shut himself up in his cabin.
Montague at once put down the helm, and, pointing the schooner’s prow northward, steered for the harbour of Sandy Cove.
Chapter Twenty Five.
Surly Dick—The Rescue.
We must turn aside here for a short time to follow the fortunes of the Talisman.
When that vessel went in chase of the Foam, after her daring passage across the reefs, she managed to keep her in view until the island was out of sight astern. Then the increasing darkness caused by the squall hid the two vessels from each other, and before the storm passed away the superior sailing qualities of the Foam carried her far beyond the reach of the cruiser.