Au revoir! You will have good luck, my friend." Withdrawing her warm hand from his pocket she turned and walked swiftly away.
The throng on board the Doraine watched the party land; hats and handkerchiefs were waved as the adventurers turned for a last look behind, before they disappeared into the forest.
Hours passed,--long interminable hours for those who were not engaged in the active preparations for the landing of people and stores.

Captain Trigger was making ready to transfer the passengers from the ship at the earliest possible moment.

He was far from certain that the Doraine would maintain its rather precarious balance on the rocks.

With safety not much more than a stone's throw away, he was determined to take no further risk.
At last a shout went up from some one on the forecastle deck.

It was taken up by eager voices.