om in the hurricane," I suggested.

"He could make a harbor in several places; at Tavernier, for instance.
He may even have run through some opening to the other side of one of
the Keys, and been entirely protected from the heavy sea. He had to be
pretty well acquainted in there to do this. Do you know where he
shipped his crew?"

"At Jacksonville, Florida," I replied.

"Then very likely he had one or more of the Conchs, or natives, who
come from the Bahama Islands, on board. They are fishermen and
wreckers, and know every inch of bottom all along the reefs. I think
you will see the other steamer as soon as you get to Key West, for I
have no doubt she has got there first, if she was going there at all.
Western Sambo, three, five," continued Captain Mayfield. "Make a note
of it, Mr. Dana."

After some further conversation with the captain, I was confident the
Islander could not get by Key West without being seen by Cornwood, if
the steamer in which he was to come to Cedar Keys had not been detained
by the storm. Captain Mayfield did not believe the steamer with
Jacksonville passengers on board had been detained, as she had an
inside passage during all the worst of the hurricane. It was probable
that the agent of Colonel Shepard had arrived in the fore-noon, if not
in the morning.

Our pilot ran the Sylvania about two miles beyond the Western Sambo,
and then headed the vessel to the north-west. He asked me the draught
of the Sylvania, and I gave it to him as nine feet, which was her depth
in the water when her coal-bunkers were full of anthracite coal. The
course was varied considerably to avoid shoal places and reefs; but
Captain Mayfield gave me the sailing directions as we went along, and I
compared them with those in the Coast Pilot. All the passengers had
come on deck when it was announced that we were close in to Key West.
Colonel Shepard was very anxious about the Islander.

The city of Key West is located on the western end of an island of the
same name. Near it is Fort Taylor, a vast structure built on an
artificial island, and connected with Key West by a long bridge. On a
hill is Whitehead Light, and on the north side of the island are
several observatories. The town, consisting mostly of cottages, is near
these towers.

When we were off Fort Taylor, we had a full view of the harbor, but the
Islander was not to be seen.

"There she goes!" exclaimed Washburn, pointing to the north-west.

She carried