Chapter 16
JONES STUMBLES OVER SOMETHINGI find, from my journal, that the next seven days passed without
marked incident. Several times during that period we sighted
vessels, all outward bound, and once we were within communicating
distance of a steam cargo boat on her way to Venezuela. She lay to
and sent her first mate over to see what could be done.
He was a slim little man with dark eyes and a small mustache
above a cheerful mouth. He listened in silence to my story, and
shuddered when I showed him the jolly-boat. But we were only a few
days out by that time, and, after all, what could they do? He
offered to spare us a hand, if it could be arranged; but, Adams
having recovered by that time, we decided to get along as we were.
A strange sight we must have presented to the ti
