fore dark," said Jarrow, a trifle disconcerted at
Trask's manner. "I don't look to hold this wind all day."

"But we seem to be making good time," said Trask.

"Not so good as ye'd think," replied Jarrow. "She's kickin' up her
heels and makin' a great fuss about it, maybe six knots now, and
enough leeway to choke an ox."

With that he went up and in a few minutes put the schooner on the
other tack, but this time she was not sailing into the wind nearly
so closely as she had been, and was now headed so that if she held
her course, she would clear the island by several miles and leave
it to starboard.

Trask said nothing, but suspected that Jarrow was killing time,
especially as the schooner did not go about for a couple of hours,
and then on such a sharp angle with her former course that but few
miles were gained in approaching the island.

Dinshaw spent the morning pottering over a chart in great
excitement, and his manner indicated that he wanted to be left to
himself.

All day they tacked up and down, Jarrow explaining that there might
be reefs about, although there wasn't a spot of broken water in
sight even with the heavy sea that was running after the night's
blow.

At one time Trask thought the delay in getting on was due to Peth,
for the mate was most deliberate in going about, and it was half an
hour after the order had been given to put the schooner on a new
tack before Peth got down his jib and shouted for a lee helm.

It was near sundown before they had the island within three miles,
whereupon Jarrow so manoeuvred that they ran straight in for it,
and came to anchor in its lee, behind a reef which ran to the south
of and almost parallel with it.

By this time it was apparent to all that the island was the one
they were seeking. It stood up out of the sea, green and fresh,
except for the single peak, which was dun brown.

Dinshaw declared that this was it, and pointed out the reef which
he had painted into his picture, which showed like a white ridge
over the greenish water.

"It was here the _Wetherall_ struck," he said.

"But the four palm trees, and the big rock," said Trask; "I don't
see them."

"Ah ha!" said Dinshaw, slyly. "I put them in to fool folks. There
ain't no palm trees like them I painted."

Jarrow looked disgustedly at him, and gave orders to Peth to have
the dinghy lowered.

"Are we going ashore now?" asked Marjorie.

"No, ma'am," said Jarrow. "We can't trust the weather