“What! Not the Antelope?” “Yes; the Antelope--her own very old self.” “The Antelope!” cried Bailey. “You don’t mean it. If it is her, then it’s all explained. So he’s come arter you--has he? So that’s it. Wal, it’s the least he could do, arter gittin you into such a precious scrape.” “O, it’s only a fancy. It mayn’t be her, after all.” “O, but to my mind, it’s more likely to be her than any one else. No one but a friend, in search of a friend, would ever think of beatin up this here way along the coast of Anticosti. That’s my idee.” This assurance of Bailey’s tended to strengthen the idea which the boys had formed. After all, it was not impossible; nay, they thought it was not even improbable; for had they not been on the lookout for this very Antelope? and what vessel was more likely to come after them than this one? and why should she not come even to Anticosti? “There she comes!” cried Bailey. It was the fishing schooner. She was tacking. She wore round easily and gracefully, and headed straight towards them. They saw her draw nearer and nearer every moment, her bows rising, and tossing the water aside in showers of spray. They also stood boldly out now, for Bailey was at the helm, and was a far different sailor from Arthur or Tom. The little boat plunged soon into the rough water, and occasionally a torrent of foam dashed on board; but this was nothing, for all their eyes and all their thoughts were centred upon the approaching schooner. At length they met--the schooner driving through the sea under a cloud of canvas. There was a man at the bow--a well-known form--the form of Captain Tobias Ferguson. The graceful Fawn wore round; the boat came up; a line was thrown, and Bailey seized it. The boys clambered up her sides, and the instant they reached her deck, they found themselves seized by Ferguson, who said, in a voice broken by agitation,--“Hooray! We’ve got--we’ve got you--at--at last! Where are the others? Why didn’t they come off too?” “All right,” said Arthur. “They are all safe in a cove about twenty miles west of this.” Then followed a torrent of questions from Ferguson, which the boys answered. Their answers brought peace to his soul, for it appeared that he had been full of terror at the coming of these two, and two only, and had feared that they were bringing some disastrous tidings about the others. The boat was towed astern. Bailey was welcomed right royally, as was befitting one whom the boys introduced as their friend. At length the mind of Captain Tobias Ferguson was at rest; and the Fawn, rounding on another tack, stood out to sea, on her way towards the cove, where the rest of the party were encamped. “But you haven’t told us how you heard about us,” said Arthur, as soon as he had a chance to ask a question. Ferguson seized his arm, and pointed over the water to the sail that Arthur and Tom had already noticed. “Do you see that?” “Yes; that schooner?”