Slowly the night dragged by, and, with the coming of morning, the wind went down, the storm passing to the northward.

“It is growing lighter,” announced Dora.  “The sunlight is beginning to, show over the rim of the sea.”

Half an hour later the sun came up, like a great ball of fire from a bath in the ocean, capping the high waves with gold.  As the light spread around them, Dick stood up on a seat and gazed eagerly in all directions.

“What do you see?” demanded the others.

“Nothing,” he answered, with a sinking heart; “nothing but water on all sides of us.”

“The islands—­they must be somewhere!” cried Tom, and he, too, took a look, followed by the others.  The last to look was old Jerry.

“Can’t see much,” said the old sailor slowly.  “But I kind of reckon there’s a dark spot directly southward.”

“It must be one of the islands the captain mentioned!” exclaimed Dora.

“We might as well row in that direction,” said Dick.  “There is nothing else to do.”

“It’s queer what became of the other boats,” said Sam.

Some of the provisions were brought forth and they ate sparingly, and drank a little of the water.  Then the boys and old Jerry took up the oars once more and began to pull as nearly southward as they could make it, steering by the sun.

When the sun grew higher it became very warm, so that the rowers were glad enough to lay aside their jackets.  By noon they reckoned that they had covered six or eight miles.  One after another stood up on the seats to take a look around.

“Nothing in sight yet,” said Dick, with a sorry shake of his head.  “We must have been mistaken in that dark spot.”

“What will you do now?” asked Grace.  “The hot sun is beginning to make my head ache.”

Sam’s head also ached, but he said nothing.  Nobody knew what to suggest.

“One thing is certain; we can’t remain out on the bosom of the ocean,” said Dick.

“Better continue to pull southward,” came from old Jerry.  “There are lots of islands down that way.  The map is full of ’em.”

“Yes, the map is full of them,” answered Dick.  “But a quarter of an inch on the map means a hundred miles or two in reality.”

Yet it was decided to row on, trusting to luck to strike some island, either large or small.  It was now fiercely hot, and all hands perspired freely.

By the end of the afternoon the boys were worn out, and had to give up rowing.  The girls were dozing in the stern, having covered their heads with a thin shawl, stretched from one gunwale to another.  Tom and Sam were dizzy from the glare of the sun on the water.

“Another day like this will set me crazy,” said the youngest Rover.  “I’d give ten dollars for a pair of blue goggles.”

Old Jerry had been looking intently to the westward.  Now he pointed in that direction.

“See that trail of smoke,” he said.  “Unless I am mistaken a steamship is sailing toward us!”