Ray did not waken till we were well out in the open sea.
"What!" said he, looking abroad. "Has the island sunk?"
In half an hour the sun burst out of the sea, showing that island astern. The Orion was perhaps three miles away, heading a little south of west. It was not till eleven that morning that we got a wind to give us good headway.
Day after day, now again, we kept the schooner, Orion, company. She seemed to make no effort to elude us. The nights were bright moonlight, making us an easy task. Then at last we sighted the towering, ragged mountains of the great island of the voodoos. We were to the south of the island this time.
"Looks like that skunk is going the long way round," said Norris.
"Hopes to shake us off somewhere on the south coast, maybe," I suggested.
"Thad is ver' evident," said Captain Marat. "He could save ver' much time to go back by the north coast."
"He'll be up to some new 'gum-game'," said Norris.
And so it proved, as we came to know.
We weathered a number of severe squalls, and sizzled during some calm days. We followed the Orion around a point of the island, and into a harbor of that south coast.