All of the whites looked in the direction pointed out, and through the mist saw a large vessel drift ing along, the sails flapping idly against the masts. The wheel was lashed fast, and nobody was in sight on the deck.
"The Stormy Petrel!" ejaculated Captain Mar shall.
"Are you sure?" asked Dave and Phil, in a breath.
"Sure it's the bark," cried Billy Dill. "Say, but this is great luck, ain't it?" and his face brightened up. "Now we can teach them dirty mutineers a lesson."
"Dat you ship?" asked Soko.
"It is," answered Captain Marshall. "See here, Soko," he went on, "can I depend upon your helping me? I will pay you and your men for whatever you do."
The native shugged his ebony shoulders and then consulted with his fellow-tribesmen. All decided that they would aid the captain, providing he would give them each a piece of silver "so big," pointing out the size of a trade dollar. Captain Marshall agreed on the spot, and preparations were made for boarding the bark.
"It is queer that nobody is in sight!" remarked Phil, as the canoe drew closer.
"Somebody is coming on deck now!" cried Dave, in a low tone, and Paul Shepley appeared, followed
