n her low sweet tones,
turning her dark eyes on the missionary's face, and laying her hand on
his arm.

"When we lie in Saint Augustine's Bay, and I can make myself heard
better than at present, I will do so. Try to sleep now," answered the
missionary, rising. "I am going on deck to join Captain Hughes, and
shall be very glad when morning dawns."

And it did dawn, slowly and faintly over the boiling ocean. Large
masses of dark cloud were hurrying over the sky, and chasing one another
as though in sport. To seaward the horizon was clear, and one mass of
foam-tipped waves were to be marked far as the eye could reach. Not ten
miles to leeward lay the long line of the Madagascar coast, with Cape
Saint Vincent jutting into the sea, while, with the wind blowing a heavy
gale from the west-south-west, the "Halcyon," with her diminished sail,
her foremast, main-topmast, and bowsprit standing, looked terribly shorn
of her fair proportions. The waves every now and then poured on her
decks, rolling away to leeward, and the ropes were here and there flying
loose, and streaming in the wind. A strong current must have set the
brig down bodily on to the land, and Captain Weber had made up his mind
to run for the bay which the missionary had spoken of.

On the quarter-deck, holding on to windward, stood a group of three.
Captain Weber, the missionary, and Hughes had watched through the night,
and were anxiously waiting for full daylight. Under the weather
bulwarks, wrapped in their waterproofs, with their long thick boots
poking out here and there, lay huddled the crew.

"There," said the captain, pointing to a fine bold headland just tinged
by the beams of the rising sun as it shone through a break in the
clouds, "that is Cape Saint Vincent. The land tumbles in board to the
southward and eastward, and your two clumps of trees will guide us.
Will you know the place again?"

"Everything connected with it is so stamped on my memory, that I could
draw the bay for you."

"Very well, here goes. Mr Lowe, rouse up the watch, send four men to
the wheel, set the foresail."

Mr Lowe, though second mate, now naturally took the place of the
drowned seaman. The yards, instead of being braced sharp up, were eased
off, the helm carefully tended, and under her main-topsail, foresail,
and fore-topmast-staysail, the "Halcyon," on an easy bowline, dragged
like a wounded sea-bird through the boiling waves, running parallel with
the coas