“You have done all that depended on you, Dick?” asked Mrs. Weldon.

“All,” replied the young novice.

And at once he made his preparations for stranding the ship.

First of all, Mrs. Weldon, Jack, Cousin Benedict and Nan, must put on life-preservers.  Dick Sand, Tom and the blacks, good swimmers, also took measures to gain the coast, in case they should be precipitated into the sea.

Hercules would take charge of Mrs. Weldon.  The novice took little Jack under his care.

Cousin Benedict, very tranquil, however, reappeared on the deck with his entomologist box strapped to his shoulder.  The novice commended him to Bat and Austin.  As to Negoro, his singular calmness said plainly enough that he had no need of anybody’s aid.

Dick Sand, by a supreme precaution, had also brought on the forecastle ten barrels of the cargo containing whale’s oil.

That oil, properly poured the moment the “Pilgrim” would be in the surf, ought to calm the sea for an instant, in lubricating, so to say, the molecules of water, and that operation would perhaps facilitate the ship’s passage between the reefs.  Dick Sand did not wish to neglect anything which might secure the common safety.

All these precautions taken, the novice returned to take his place at the wheel.

The “Pilgrim” was only two cables’ lengths from the coast, that is, almost touching the reefs, her starboard side already bathed in the white foam of the surf.  Each moment the novice thought that the vessel’s keel was going to strike some rocky bottom.

Suddenly, Dick Sand knew, by a change in the color of the water, that a channel lengthened out among the reefs.  He must enter it bravely without hesitating, so as to make the coast as near as possible to the shore.

The novice did not hesitate.  A movement of the helm thrust the ship into the narrow and sinuous channel.  In this place the sea was still more furious, and the waves dashed on the deck.

The blacks were posted forward, near the barrels, waiting for the novice’s orders.

“Pour the oil—­pour!” exclaimed Dick Sand.

Under this oil, which was poured on it in quantities, the sea grew calm, as by enchantment, only to become more terrible again a moment after.

The “Pilgrim” glided rapidly over those lubricated waters and headed straight for the shore.

Suddenly a shock took place.  The ship, lifted by a formidable wave, had just stranded, and her masting had fallen without wounding anybody.

The “Pilgrim’s” hull, damaged by the collision, was invaded by the water with extreme violence.  But the shore was only half a cable’s length off, and a chain of small blackish rocks enabled it to be reached quite easily.

So, ten minutes after, all those carried by the “Pilgrim” had landed at the foot of the cliff.

CHAPTER XIV.