Six sailors,
including Jack Pendleton, made up the complement.
"I am glad you are going to be with us, Jack," said Harry, joyfully.
"I shouldn't like to be separated from you."
"Nor I from you, Harry," returned Jack.
At eight o'clock the next morning they started. As the island faded in
the distance, all looked back thoughtfully at their sometime home.
Three days the boats floated about on the bosom of the ocean--three
days and nights of anxiety, during which no sail was visible. But at
length a ship was sighted.
"In one way or another we must try to attract attention," said the
mate.
Not to protract the reader's suspense, let me say that by great good
fortune the mate of the approaching ship, in sweeping the ocean with
his glass caught sight of the two boats, and changed the course of the
vessel so as to fall in with them.
"Who are you?" he hailed.
"Shipwrecked sailors and passengers of the ship Nantucket," was the
answer of Mr. Holdfast.
They were taken on board, and discovered that the vessel was the
Phocis, from New York, bound for Melbourne.
"We shall reach our destination after all, then, professor," said
Harry, "and you will be able to give your entertainments as you at
first proposed."
Professor Hemenway shook his head.
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