The _Titania_ passed to the south'ard of the Island of Socotra, which was the last land sighted for a space of twelve days. "India's coral strand" was a wash-out as far as Dick was concerned, for the _Titania_ passed a good hundred miles to the south'ard of Cape Comorin, but at sunrise on the following morning the lad had a distant view of Adam's Peak, its prominent outlines silhouetted against the rapidly-growing light. Two days in Colombo Harbour gave the crew a much-needed rest before tackling the almost as long voyage across to Singapore. Thence, threading her way cautiously between the islands of the Java and Banda Seas, and encountering no adventure in the shape of Malay pirates (somewhat to Dick's disappointment), the _Titania_ approached the outward limit of her long voyage. Towards the latter end of the run Harborough rarely left the deck. He slept in the chart-house, going below for his meals and returning with the utmost haste. His usual coolness was noticeably absent. He was restless and uncommunicative, often pacing the deck for hours with hardly a word to anyone. At length, shortly after daybreak, he touched Villiers on the shoulder and pointed to a rugged mountain-top just showing above the horizon. "That's Ni Telang," he announced. "If I've worked our cards properly we ought to find the _Zug_ there searching for treasure that does not exist." CHAPTER XVI The Wrong Island "Putting in there, sir?" asked Beverley, finding his chief inclined to become communicative. "I was debating," replied Harborough. "I want to, and yet I don't want to. Fact is, I can't make up my mind." Villiers, Beverley, and Claverhouse, who with the skipper formed the party on deck, gazed steadfastly upon the distant peaks of Ni Telang. Each man wanted to study the expressions on his companions' faces, but somehow every one hesitated to do so. The admission of indecision coming from the hitherto somewhat despotic skipper of the _Titania_ rather took the wind out of their sails. "What's your opinion on the matter, Villiers?" inquired Harborough abruptly. "You wish to satisfy yourself that our rivals are slogging away on the wrong spot?" "Exactly," replied the baronet. "I suppose it's rather childish, but somehow I want to enjoy the spectacle of seeing the _Zug's_ crew figuratively tumble into the pit they suppose they've dug for others. On the other hand, we are anxious to get to work, and on that account perhaps it would be as well to slip past Ni Telang unobserved and carry on to Nua Leha. It will take us some time, I fancy, to locate the wreck." "I would suggest, sir," remarked Claverhouse, "that we make straight for Nua Leha and get to work. Trevear and I could have a joy-ride over to Ni Telang and see what sort of game the Huns are up to." "They'd spot the sea-plane," objected Bobby Beverley. "That wouldn't be advisable in the initial stages of the salvage operations."