oncert
which the crew had begun with a mouth organ and a flute.

Even Peth joined in the fun, and unbent to the extent of whistling
some popular airs of the sad and sentimental variety with many
trills and flourishes.

Doc's part in the evening's entertainment was a buck-and-wing dance
of a most violent sort, and when he had finished, Jarrow told him
to serve all hands with a tot of rum.

Everybody went to bed in the best of spirits, and for the first
time since leaving Manila it appeared that the whole ship's company
was contented.

Trask left his room door open, and was awakened several times
during the night. It seemed to him that the wind had shifted, and
that there was much tacking, for all night there was running about
on deck, and thumping of blocks. At least a dozen times he heard
Jarrow bawling to "Go about," and Peth's voice from the bows
yelling "Hard alee," and the jibs being handled to the accompaniment
of shivering sails and the lurch of the schooner as she stood on a
new board.

All aft slept late, and were not about for breakfast until well
past eight o'clock, when they found Doc Bird grinning like an ebony
monkey.

"What the devil was all the stock-yards noise about last night?"
demanded Locke, as he came out of his room and went to the door to
look forward, searching the horizon ahead.

"Shorely broke my bones, sir," said Doc. "We been a sawin' up an'
down all night, but the old man he kep' on his close spite o' wind
an' high water."

"I thought we were turning over several times," said Marjorie, as
she took her place at table.

"Blowed lak' she never blowed befo'," opined Doc. "But we done come
home."

"What do you mean?" asked Locke.

"Didn' yo' see the islan'?"

There was an exodus to the deck at this, but although the trio
searched the rim of the sky they could not make out a sign of land.
The schooner was sailing close into the wind, which had abated into
a steady though stiff breeze, and she was pitching over the swells
with an even, rocking movement.

Doc grinned and pointed over the port bow, and Jarrow came down
from the poop, smiling proudly.

"There's our island," he said.

Trask managed to pick it up, but the others could not see it, and
went back to breakfast. Trask soon followed, observing that Shope
was in the fore crosstrees studying the distant speck with a glass.

"We ought to be up to it by night," said Jarrow.

"Night!" said Trask, surprised.

"Perhaps be