Andrius looked up and smiled.
"A pleasant night for your landing," he remarked.

"Don't hurry--but there will be a boat ready for you as soon as dinner is over." "And where are we ?" asked Vickers.
"That, my dear sir, you will see when you land." replied Andrius.
"You will, at any rate, be quite comfortable for the night, and in the morning, I think, you will be able to journey--wherever you wish to go to." There was something in the smile which accompanied the last words which made Copplestone uneasy.

But the prospect of regaining their liberty was too good--he kept his own counsel.

And half-an-hour later, he, Audrey and Vickers, stood on deck, looking down on a boat alongside, in which were two or three of the crew and a man holding a lanthorn.

In front was the dark sea, and ahead a darker mass which they took to be land.
"You won't tell us what this place is ?" said Vickers as he was about to follow the others into the boat.