ify both for the
duties that lay before them; and after this Zac proposed an immediate
start.

He led the way along the bank of the creek, and Margot followed. They
walked here for about two miles, until at length they came in sight
of a small harbor, into which the creek ran. In the distance was the
sea; nearer was a headland.

"This here's the place, the i-dentical place," said Zac, in joyous
tones. "I knowed it; I was sure of it. Come along, little un. We
ain't got much further to go--only to that thar headland; and then,
ef I ain't mistook, we'll find the end to our tramp."

With these cheering words he led the way along the shore, until at
last they reached the headland. It was rocky and bare of trees. Up
this Zac ran, followed by Margot, and soon reached the top.

"All right!" he cried. "See thar!" and he pointed out to the sea.

Margot had Already seen it: it was the schooner, lying there at
anchor.

"Eet ees de sheep," said Margot, joyously; "but how sall we geet to
her?"

"O, they're on the lookout," said Zac. "I'll give signals."

The schooner was not more than a quarter of a mile off. Zac and
Margot were on the bare headland, and could easily be seen. On board
the schooner figures were moving up and down. Zac looked for a few
moments, as if to see whether it was all right, and then gave a
peculiar cry, something like the cawing of a crow, which he repeated
three times. The sound was evidently heard, for at once there was a
movement on board. Zac waved his hat. Then the movement stopped, and
a boat shot out from the schooner, with a man in it, who rowed
towards the headland. He soon came near enough to be recognized. It
was Terry. Zac and Margot hurried to the shore to meet it, and in a
short time both were on board the Parson.

Great was the joy that was evinced by Terry at the return of his
captain. He had a host of questions to ask about his adventures, and
reproached Zac over and over for not allowing him to go also. Jericho
showed equal feeling, but in a more emphatic form, since it was
evinced in the shape of a substantial meal, which was most welcome to
Zac, and to Margot also. As for Biler, he said not a word, but stood
with his melancholy face turned towards his master, and his jaws
moving as though engaged in devouring something.

"Sure, an' it's glad I am," said Terry, "for it's not comfortable
I've been--so it ain't. I don't like bein' shut up here, at all, at
all. So we'll just up sa