As the night wore on the sky cleared up, and the scene of foaming desolation that was presented by the breakers in the midst of which they flew, was almost enough to appal the stoutest heart.
The crew looked on in moody silence.

They knew that their lives were imperiled; but they felt that they had no resource! No one dared to address the silent, stern man who stood like an iron statue at the helm the whole of that night.

Towards morning, he steered out from among the dangerous coral reefs, and ran south straight before the wind.
Then Corrie summoned up courage, and, going aft to Gascoyne, looked up in his face and said: "You're searching for Henry, I think ?" "Yes, boy, I am," answered the pirate, and a gleam of kindliness crossed his face for a moment; but it was quickly chased away by a look of deep anxiety, and Corrie retired.
Now that the danger of the night was over, all the people on board became anxious to save Henry, or ascertain his fate; but although they searched the ocean far and wide, they saw not a vestige of him or of the Wasp.

During this period Gascoyne acted like a bewildered man.

He never quitted the helm night or day.