“We should roll it over if we did, and tumble you into the water,” said the mate. “It will afford us ample support if we merely hold on by each side. Are you all right, Nub?”
“Yes, yes, Massa Shobbrok; all right,” answered Nub.
“Then off we go,” cried the mate; “and I hope that before long we may come up with the raft, or that the captain’s boat, or some stranger, may pick us up.” Saying this, the mate took hold of one of the beckets which Nub had secured for the purpose, and struck out boldly to the westward.
Only strong swimmers and very determined men could have kept up as they did. It is true that the chest afforded them some support, but they had thus only one hand to swim with; still they made considerable progress, shoving on with their feet and striking out with the hands left at liberty. The wind was fair and the water smooth, or they would have been unable to make any progress. On and on they swam. When the arm they were using for propelling themselves grew weary, they shifted sides; by which they were able to continue their exertions much longer than they would otherwise have done. Alice remained perfectly still, though she now and then spoke to the mate or Nub. The former found it very difficult to answer her questions, as again and again she asked when they should overtake Walter, or how far off the land was likely to be. “Oh, how I wish that we were near enough to see it!” she added.
“It may cheer you to know that when I was on the top of the whale I fancied that I caught sight of some high land away to the westward,” answered the mate. “It was very faint, and as I felt uncertain, I did not like to run the risk of disappointing you; but I have been thinking over the matter, and am persuaded that it was land. If it was, we shall have a better chance than I had hoped for of reaching it before long.”
“You thought dat land, Massa Shobbrok; so did I. Hurrah! Swim away, boys! swim away! We soon get over de sea!” shouted Nub, endeavouring to raise his own spirits, as well as to encourage Alice. Thus they went on, but the mate could not help secretly feeling that the probability of their escaping was small indeed.
Note 1. The author must express the surprise he felt when he met with the account of Nub’s wonderful ride on the zygaena. However, it was too good to be omitted, though he must leave his readers to judge of its probability. He would advise any of them who may visit the new British possession of the Fiji Islands, should they fall in with one of the monsters, not to attempt a similar exploit.