“We aren’t going back, my child,” replied his father. “The ship’s on fire; we are waiting for another ship.” 

 “Where’s the other ship?” asked the child, looking round at the horizon that was clear. 

 “We can’t see it yet,” replied the unhappy man, “but it will come.” 

 The long-boat and the quarter-boat were slowly approaching. They looked like beetles crawling over the water, and after them across the glittering surface came a dullness that took the sparkle from the sea—a dullness that swept and spread like an eclipse shadow. 

 Now the wind struck the dinghy. It was like a wind from fairyland, almost imperceptible, chill, and dimming the sun. A wind from Lilliput. As it struck the dinghy, the fog took the distant ship. 

 It was a most extraordinary sight, for in less than thirty seconds the ship of wood became a ship of gauze, a tracery—flickered, and was gone forever from the sight of man. 

 

 

 CHAPTER V 

 VOICES HEARD IN THE MIST 

 The sun became fainter still, and vanished. Though the air round the dinghy seemed quite clear, the on-coming boats were hazy and dim, and that part of the horizon that had been fairly clear was now blotted out. 

 The long-boat was leading by a good way. When she was within hailing distance the captain’s voice came. 

 “Dinghy ahoy!” 

 “Ahoy!” 

 “Fetch alongside here!” 

 The long-boat ceased rowing to wait for the quarter-boat that was slowly creeping up. She was a heavy boat to pull at all times, and now she was overloaded. 

 The wrath of Captain Le Farge with Paddy Button for the way he had stampeded the crew was profound, but he had not time to give vent to it. 

 “Here, get aboard us, Mr Lestrange!” said he, when the dinghy was alongside; “we have room for one. Mrs Stannard is in the quarter-boat, and it’s overcrowded; she’s better aboard the dinghy, for she can look after the kids. 

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