And the more I thought of it the more I wanted to get away.
"Well, it was five months since my companions set sail.

Poor Ryder, poor Doane; these were their names.

They were both young men from Cape Cod; and as brave and true-hearted as ever lived.

I got up one morning to renew my signal-fire, and was wondering what had become of the poor fellows, and saying to myself how foolish they were to anticipate death.
It was just in the grey of daylight.

Happening to cast my eye down the coast, I espied the dim figure of a sail advancing quietly up the coast.
I shouted for joy at the sight, not thinking or caring whether it might bring friends or foes.