I'm not going to give up." There was so much decision in Mr Gregory's tone and words that Mark's heart grew light again, and the horrible picture his fancy painted of his father and mother being left at the mercy of the Malays once more grew dim.
"What shall we do, then, next ?--go west ?" "No, sir, I think north," replied Gregory.

"There isn't a breath of air, so we cannot have gone far.

What say, Morgan ?" "The tide may have taken her many miles," said the second-mate, speaking painfully; "but try north." The first-mate was about to whisper to the men to easy on the port side when all at once there was a flash at a distance, followed by a sharp report.
"From the ship," said Gregory.

"A signal." "No, no," said Morgan peevishly.

"That is from the shore." "Oh, impossible!" said the major.