The brig was rapidly approaching a bold headland, which bore no name on the map. She would pass it at a distance of not more than a mile. The chart was nailed down on the wood-work of the cabin hatchway, and was continually consulted by both the missionary and the captain. "I know that headland," shouted the former, placing his mouth close to the captain's ear. "The bay lies about five miles to the southward of it." Slowly the brig crept up with the nameless cape. She neared it; she was abeam, and now it lay abaft her beam, but the land once more curved inward, and the cliffs seemed scarped down to the sea. Seizing a telescope, and steadying himself by the hatchway, Wyzinski looked eagerly in the direction of land. "There," he said, "at last," handing the instrument to the captain. "Yonder is the bay, and there stand the two clumps of cocoa-nut trees." Captain Weber looked long and eagerly. To the southward the land trended seaward, a lofty headland being visible. The "Halcyon" was embayed; for in her crippled state to weather that cape with such a gale blowing was impossible, and to anchor with that furious sea breaking on a lee shore would be sure destruction. Saint Augustine's Bay was their only chance now. The crippled brig dragged slowly along. "Now, sir," shouted Captain Weber, addressing the missionary, "come with me. Mr Lowe, send two men to lash us in the starboard fore-shrouds; take up your position here on the break of the quarter-deck; let the men be stationed under the weather bulwarks. See the best bower clear." Cautioning the men at the wheel, the captain moved forward, followed by the missionary, under the shelter of the bulwarks. It was a task of no small difficulty to secure the two men in the fore-shrouds, the salt brine pouring over the whole party over and over again. "Starboard," shouted the captain. "Ease away the fore-sheets; let fly the main-topsail; haul down the fore-staysail." The second mate gave the necessary orders; the main-topsail yard settled down upon the cap; the fore-staysail sheets were let fly, and the sail flapping heavily was hauled down and secured. The rattle of the clue garnets was heard as the foresail was nearly squared, and the brig's head payed off from the wind.