"There's old Joe Daygo coming." "So it is," said Vince.

"No mistaking the cut of that sail;" and he gazed excitedly at the little boat, which was coming rapidly on from the other end of the island.
"Ay, that's he sure enough," said the cook.

"He's seen the cutter and come to give us warning, but we can see her ourselves now." Still no wind, and the captain stamped up and down the deck, enraged beyond measure to see two vessels in totally opposite directions sailing merrily on, while the towering crag diverted the breeze and left him and his companion in a complete calm.
Nearer and nearer came the cutter, and the boys' hearts beat hard with excitement as they saw the flash of arms beneath the white sails, and began to feel that before long they would be on board, and that meant freedom.
Mike said something of the kind, but Vince made an allusion to the old proverb about not counting chickens until they were hatched.
"Get out!" cried Mike: "you always make the worst of things.

I say, look how beautifully she comes along." "Yes, and she'll be on one of they rocks if she don't mind," said the cook.

"I say, my lads, there'll be no breakfast till all this business is over, but if you step in here I'll give you both some coffee and biscuit." "Oh, who could eat and drink now ?" said Vince.