“Well,” replied Cyrus Harding, “that will be exactly the most favorable time for undertaking a voyage of any importance, either to Tabor Island or to a more distant land.”

“So it will, captain,” answered the sailor.  “Make out your plans then; the workmen are ready, and I imagine that Ayrton can lend us a good helping hand.”

The colonists, having been consulted, approved the engineer’s plan, and it was, indeed, the best thing to be done.  It is true that the construction of a ship of from two to three hundred tons would be great labor, but the colonists had confidence in themselves, justified by their previous success.

Cyrus Harding then busied himself in drawing the plan of the vessel and making the model.  During this time his companions employed themselves in felling and carting trees to furnish the ribs, timbers, and planks.  The forest of the Far West supplied the best oaks and elms.  They took advantage of the opening already made on their last excursion to form a practicable road, which they named the Far West Road, and the trees were carried to the Chimneys, where the dockyard was established.  As to the road in question, the choice of trees had rendered its direction somewhat capricious, but at the same time it facilitated the access to a large part of the Serpentine Peninsula.

It was important that the trees should be quickly felled and cut up, for they could not be used while yet green, and some time was necessary to allow them to get seasoned.  The carpenters, therefore, worked vigorously during the month of April, which was troubled only by a few equinoctial gales of some violence.  Master Jup aided them dexterously, either by climbing to the top of a tree to fasten the ropes or by lending his stout shoulders to carry the lopped trunks.

All this timber was piled up under a large shed, built near the Chimneys, and there awaited the time for use.

The month of April was tolerably fine, as October often is in the northern zone.  At the same time other work was actively continued, and soon all trace of devastation disappeared from the plateau of Prospect Heights.  The mill was rebuilt, and new buildings rose in the poultry-yard.  It had appeared necessary to enlarge their dimensions, for the feathered population had increased considerably.  The stable now contained five onagers, four of which were well broken, and allowed themselves to be either driven or ridden, and a little colt.  The colony now possessed a plow, to which the onagers were yoked like regular Yorkshire or Kentucky oxen.  The colonists divided their work, and their arms never tired.  Then who could have enjoyed better health than these workers, and what good humor enlivened the evenings in Granite House as they formed a thousand plans for the future!

As a matter of course Ayrton shared the common lot in every respect, and there was no longer any talk of his going to live at the corral.  Nevertheless he was still sad and reserved, and joined more in the work than in the pleasures of his companions.  But he was a valuable workman at need—­strong, skilful, ingenious, intelligent.  He was esteemed and loved by all, and he could not be ignorant of it.