In the howling tempest and the quarter light we knew not if they were sunk or saved.
With the second evening the hurricane sank; at dawn the seas, though running high, no longer pushed against us like white-maned horses of Death.

We waited till noon, then the sea being less mountainous, quitted the Bay of Comfort and went to look for the three ships.
The _Juana_ and the _San Sebastian_ we presently sighted and rejoiced thereat.

But the _Margarita_! We saw her nowhere, and the Admiral's face grew gray.

His son Fernando pressed close to him.

"My uncle is a bold man, and they say the second seaman in the world! Let's hope and hope--and hope!" "Why, aye!" said the Admiral.