But their sail availed them nothing. The schooner was not off the island, and Bart looked at his companion for orders. "It would take three days to reach the shelter," he said at last. "With this wind--yes," replied Bart. "No food, no water. Shall us get some nuts?" There was no reply. Jack sat with his arms resting upon his knees, holding the tiller and gazing right before him, seeing nothing, but trying to pierce the future. "A-wondering what to do next," muttered Bart, watching his companion furtively. "If the poor thing could see the old cottage now, and the bay, and a decent lugger lying off the point with her sails shivering, would it still be no?" "Still be no," he said to himself softly; "and yet I wouldn't ask to be different to what I am." "Mazzard has taken command, Bart," said Jack at last, "and we must make a fresh start, my lad." "Ay, ay, sir," cried Bart, sharply. "We must get sufficient provisions somehow, and run across to the shelter. If the schooner is not there we must wait till she comes in." "And you won't give up without a struggle?" "Give up?" "Hurrah!" cried Bart, joyously. "Let's run up the Usa river to one of the Indian places, and get some food and nuts, and then be off. Hard down!" Instead of obeying and changing the boat's direction, Jack suddenly pointed right away into the distance. "What's that?" Bart stood up and sheltered his eyes with his hand, so as to get a good view of a triangular piece of sail glistening white in the sunshine, far away, about the horizon line. "There ain't another vessel with a raking sail like that!" he cried. "I shaped that sail. Why, it is she!" "Yes," said Jack, after a long look across the dazzling blue sea, "it's the schooner, Bart; and she's coming here." The boat danced over the sparkling waves, and three hours after she was alongside the schooner, which was hove to--the wind being contrary--as soon as the boat was descried by those on board. Dinny was the foremost in the group waiting to lower down the falls, and in a few minutes the boat hung from the davits, and Jack gave a sharp look round as he stepped upon the deck. "Why was the schooner not waiting?" "Faix, the captain gave orders for sail to be made," said Dinny, in a meaning tone; "and away we wint." "The captain!" said Jack, with a angry look in his eyes. "Where is the captain, then?" "Sure," cried Dinny, as a murmur ran through the group gathered on the deck; "sure, he's in his cabin, having a slape." "It's all over, Bart, my lad," said Jack, bitterly. "What will you do-- stop and serve under Captain Mazzard, or shall we go?" "Do!" cried Bart, angrily, as he turned toward the men, who seemed to be divided into two parties. "Look here; I can't parley; but is it going to be fair-play or no?"