These were some of the thoughts which animated me, and gave new strength to my arms, as I sent the dory flying through the water.
My boat, unguided, had drifted considerably farther out into the Bay than I had supposed, and it required a good half hour of steady toil at the oars before I sighted ahead of me the darker outlines of the shore.

Nothing had crossed our path, and no unusual sound had reached my ears along the black water.

If the _Namur's_ boat had already returned to the bark, its passage must have been made during the period of my unconsciousness, and this seemed to me utterly impossible.

The course I had followed thus far took me directly across the water which they would be compelled to traverse, and they could not have passed unnoticed.

No, they were surely yet in the neighborhood of Travers' plantation.