If they were to die, their last moments could scarcely be more bitter in darkness than in light.
Still Captain Redwood wished for light.

He wished for it, so that he might once more look upon the faces of his two sweet suffering pets, before the pallor of death should overspread them.

He would perhaps have made an effort to rekindle the fire, or requested one of the others to do it; but just then, on turning his eyes to the east, he saw a greyish streak glimmering above the line of the sea-horizon.

He knew it was the herald of coming day; and he knew, moreover, that, in the latitude they were in, the day itself would not linger long behind.
"Thank God!" was the exclamation that came from his lips, low muttered, but in fervent emphasis.

"Thank God, I shall see them once more! Better their lives should not go out in the darkness." As he spoke the words, and as if to gratify him, the streak on the eastern sky seemed rapidly to grow broader and brighter, its colour of pale grey changing to golden yellow; and soon after, the upper limb of the glorious tropical sun showed itself over the smooth surface of the Celebes Sea.
As his cheering rays touched the trees of the forest, then eyes were first turned upon one another, and then in different directions.