er in his veins increased he felt his strength
diminish. Langton sat near him with his arms folded, resigned to his
fate; he had done his utmost, he felt he could do no more. The day wore
on. Owen cast his eyes around the horizon in the hopes that some help
would come. Even a Malay proa, manned by pirates, would have been
welcomed. Savage as they might be they would scarcely allow four human
beings to perish thus miserably.

Owen had been sitting for some time without moving. He felt that he
scarcely had strength to rise again.

"I must get another look-out," he said to Langton. He stood up on the
platform, holding by the mast. He had not been there many seconds when
he exclaimed--

"A breeze from the eastward!"

A dark line was seen suddenly advancing over the shining ocean, it
increased in width, the whole surface became rippled with tiny wavelets.
The sail blew out, the raft glided on more rapidly than it had hitherto
done. The comparatively fresh air restored strength to the almost
exhausted occupants of the raft. The shore rose before them, and their
eyes were gladdened by a bright cascade falling over the rocks, and in a
bubbling stream making its way to the ocean. How intensely they longed
to reach the land! A small bay opened out before them, towards which
Langton steered the raft, until at last it grounded on the smooth sandy
beach.

Langton and Owen, who were the strongest, assisted their companions to
land. They could do no more. While Mike and Nat sank down on the
ground, unable to move further, they crawled rather than walked on
towards the waterfall. In a few minutes, though it seemed a long time
to them, the stream came in sight. Even then, with difficulty, they
could reach it. Stretching themselves out, with their hands in the cool
water, they eagerly drank the refreshing fluid, which seemed to put new
life into them. They rose to their feet. They had not forgotten their
companions. How was the water to be carried? They had neither hats nor
shoes. On the beach lay several large shells. They selected two, which
appeared perfectly clean, and filling them with water hurried back to
where they had left Mike and Nat.

The former was making signals, and pointing to the boy, who appeared to
be unconscious. Owen put the water to his lips, and sprinkled his face.
He opened his eyes, and as the water trickled down his throat he began
to revive. In a few minutes he seemed himself aga