The fugitives could breathe freely once more.
They were not pursued.
Iris fell asleep when assured that the dreaded warship was not in sight.

Hozier, too, utterly exhausted by all that he had gone through, slept as if he were dead.

Coke, whose iron constitution defied fatigue, though it was with the utmost difficulty that he had walked across the narrow breadth of Fernando Noronha, took the first watch in person.

He chatted with the men, surprised them by his candor on the question of compensation, and announced his resolve to make for the three-hundred-mile channel between Fernando Noronha and the mainland.
"You see, it's this way, me lads," he explained affably.

"We're short o' vittles an' bunker, an' if we kep' cruisin' east in this latitood we'd soon be drawrin' lots to see 'oo'd cut up juiciest.