Good Lord, who ever heard of a man pushing off like that! Mr.Tomlinson, just sling a keg of water and a barrel of meat and of biscuit into this boat.

Hiram Jefferson, bring two oars aft.

It's a long pull with the wind in your teeth, but you'll be there by to-morrow night, and the weather is set fair." The two Frenchmen were soon provided with all that they were likely to require, and pushed off with a waving of hats and a shouting of _bon voyage_.

The foreyard was swung round again and the _Golden Rod_ turned her bowsprit for the west.

For hours a glimpse could be caught of the boat, dwindling away on the wave-tops, until at last it vanished into the haze, and with it vanished the very last link which connected them with the great world which they were leaving behind them.
But whilst these things had been done, the senseless man beneath the mast had twitched his eyelids, had drawn a little gasping breath, and then finally had opened his eyes.