"Still, we must make the attempt. Who will go with me?" he asked, and
volunteers soon sprang to his side.
It was a service of immense danger, but the boat was lowered, and for
more than half-an-hour made such diligent search as was possible in
the weather and in the sea.
After that time the boat was brought back to the yacht by its brave
but disappointed crew.
"No chance for the poor chap," said Captain Trejago, shaking his head
despondingly in reply to Mrs. Wilders's mute but eager appeal.
Soon afterwards they got up the anchor, and the yacht sped southward
under a few rags of sail.
CHAPTER XIX.
UNCLE AND NEPHEW.
It will be well to relieve at once the anxiety which the reader must
feel--unless I have altogether failed to interest him--in the fate of
my hero, Stanislas McKay.
He was not drowned when, through the fiendish intervention of Mrs.
Wilders, he fell from the deck of the _Arcadia_, and was, as it
seemed, swallowed up in the all-devouring sea.
He went under, it is true, but only for a moment, and, coming once
more to the surface, by a few strong strokes swam to a drifting spar.
To this he clung desperately, hoping against hope that he might yet be
picked up from the yacht. Unhappily for him, the waves ran so high
that the boat under Trejago's guidance failed to catch sight of him,
and, as we know, returned presently to the _Arcadia_, after a
fruitless errand, as was thought.
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