“We do not know the time, Jack, and are obliged to guess at that as well as at the distance. How very dark it is!” Dark, in one sense, it was not, though Rose's apprehensions, doubtless, induced her to magnify every evil. The clouds certainly lessened the light of the moon; but there was still enough of the last to enable one to see surrounding objects; and most especially to render distinct the character of the solitude that reigned over the place. The proximity of the reef, which formed a weather shore to the boat, prevented anything like a swell on the water, notwithstanding the steadiness and strength of the breeze, which had now blown for near twenty-four hours. The same wind, in open water, would have raised sea enough to cause a ship to pitch, or roll; whereas, the light-house boat, placed where she was, scarce rose and fell under the undulations of the channel through which she was glancing. “This is a good boat, and a fast boat too,” observed Jack Tier, after he had luffed up several minutes, in order to make sure of his proximity to the reef; “and it might carry us all safe enough to Key West, or certainly back to the Dry Tortugas, was we inclined to try our hands at either.” “I cannot quit my aunt,” said Rose, quickly, “so we will not even think of any such thing.” “No, 't would never do to abandon the missus,” said Biddy, “and she on the wrack wid us, and falin' the want of wather as much as ourselves.” “We three have sartainly gone through much in company,” returned Jack, “and it ought to make us friends for life.” “I trust it will, Jack; I hope, when we return to New York, to see you among us, anchored, as you would call it, for the rest of your days under my aunt's roof, or under my own, should I ever have one.” “No, Miss Rose, my business is with the Swash and her captain. I shall stick by both, now I've found 'em again, until they once more desart me. A man's duty is _his_ duty, and a woman's duty is _her_ duty.” “You same to like the brig and her captain, Jack Tier,” observed Biddy, “and there's no use in gainsaying such a likin'. What _will_ come to pass, must come to pass. Captain Spike is a mighty great sailor, anyway.” “He's a willian!” muttered Jack. “There!” cried Rose, almost breathless, “there is a rock above the water, surely. Do not fly by it so swiftly, Jack, but let us stop and examine it.” “There is a rock, sure enough, and a large piece it is,” answered Tier. “We will go alongside of it, and see what it is made of. Biddy shall be boat-keeper, while you and I, Miss Rose, explore.”