Our only chance was to turn and run through the passage between Florida and Ysabel.

And when we were safely through, in the twilight, where the chart shows fourteen fathoms as the shoalest water, we smashed on a coral patch.

The poor old _Miele_ struck only once, and then went clear; but it was too much for her, and we just had time to clear away in the boat when she went down.

The German mate was drowned.

We lay all night to a sea-drag, and next morning sighted your place here." "I suppose you will go back to Von, now ?" Sheldon queried.
"Nothing of the sort.