of the pumps. There he was compelled to labour. Once he attempted
to escape below, but Bill Rullock caught sight of him, and quickly
brought him back; and he was kept labouring, uttering moans and groans
at his hard fate. All night long the ship ran on. Another day and
another night followed, and yet the wind blew furiously as ever, and
with difficulty could she be kept afloat. While the gale continued
there was no hope of getting at the leaks. Many of the seamen and some
of the officers began to look grave.

"Depend upon it our time has come," said the second mate to Wenlock. "I
have had enough of the world, and have been knocked about in it so
roughly, that I care but little."

"Our times, we are told, are in God's hands," answered Wenlock, calmly.

Wenlock, who had been taking his spell at the pumps, walked aft.

"We are in the latitude of the West India Islands," observed the
captain. "Any hour we may make land, and a bright look-out must be kept
for it."

Experienced seamen were aloft straining their eyes ahead and on either
bow. At length a voice came from the foretopmast-head, "Land! land!"

"Where away?" cried the captain.

"On the starboard bow," was the answer.

"What does it look like?"

"A low land with tall trees," replied the seaman from aloft.

Two of the mates went up to look at it. They gave the same description.
The captain examined his chart.

"Bill Rullock says he has been there," observed the first mate.

Bill Rullock was sent for.

"Do you know anything of the land ahead?" asked the captain.

"I think I do, sir," was the answer; "and that craft which chased us the
other day knew it too, I have an idea. To my mind, she also would have
been looking in there before long; but if she has gone to the bottom
there is no fear of that, and we shall find shelter and wood and water
and plenty of turtle, and the means of repairing our ship."

"Is there a harbour there, then?" asked the captain.

"As good a one as you can desire, sir," said Bill; "and if it please
you, I can take the ship in."

As the crew were nearly worn out with pumping, and the water,
notwithstanding, still gained on the ship, the captain determined to
take the _Amity_ into the harbour of which Bill Rullock spoke. The ship
was therefore kept away for the island, Bill Rullock taking charge of
her as pilot. He at once showed by his calm manner and the steady
course he steered that he knew well what he was abo