On sailed the boat. The black was the only person who kept his eyes constantly moving about him. He might have suspected treachery. Suddenly his whole manner seemed changed. He jumped to his feet clapping his hands. "A sail--a sail," he cried. Then he sat down and wept. All looked eagerly in the direction towards which he pointed. A large barque was crossing their course, but how could they hope that a small boat could be seen by the people on board at that great distance? They got out the oars, but their strength was insufficient to go through the movements of rowing, much less to urge on the boat. All they could do was to sit still and wait, watching with intense eagerness every movement of the stranger. Picture them at this juncture. On, on they sailed. Every one felt that if they missed the vessel their fate was sealed. A simultaneous groan escaped their bosom. She altered her course, and was standing away from them. One of the men threw himself down into the bottom of the boat, prepared to die. Still Jack kept his eye on the barque. "See--see dere!" exclaimed Sambo. The barque had hove to. Why, they could not tell, at the distance she was away. She had done so without reference to them. Perhaps some one had fallen overboard. How anxiously did they wait! As they were looking a spout of water rose in the air. "Whales! whales!" cried Sambo. "See dere is anoder." Ere long they descried a boat rapidly approaching, urged on by some unseen power. She dashed by them, her bows covered with foam. Well might her crew look with surprise and horror at the hapless beings in the Indiaman's boat. Jack and Sambo and the mate waved their hands, their voices were too weak and hollow to be heard. "We'll come to you-- we'll come to you, poor fellows!" shouted the crew of the whale boat. It was long, however, before the whale to which the boat was fast rose to the surface, and lashing the sea with its tremendous tail, spouted out its life blood and died. The whaler had made sail after her boat, and now seeing the Indiaman's boat, took Jack and his companions on board. "Who sent that whale towards us when we were almost dead?" thought Jack; as often as he asked the question the answer came: "It was God in His great mercy guided the senseless fish that we might be saved."