CHAPTER XVI.
THE ISLAND OF BOHOOLA.
But there is an end to all things, and at last the long wished for breeze sprang up. The sails filled once more, the ship sped on and hope revived.
A welcome sound at noon the next day brought everyone on deck.
“Land, ho!” called the forward watch.
“Where away!” shouted the mate who was on duty.
“Off the starboard bow!”
The captain had just finished his task of determining their location, and had recognized the fact that the island they sought might be near at hand.
The hours went by more swiftly now, all watching interestedly the new field of their endeavor, the Treasure Isle. Would they find fortune and a successful ending to their venture? Oddly enough the thought uppermost in the minds of all was the possible abundant supply, not of treasure, but of fresh water and something good to eat.
The land which they were rapidly approaching appeared to be of considerable extent. Headlands, it was seen, rose somewhat abruptly from the sea. At their base they could see a line of white caused by the incessant action of the waves as they broke upon the shore.