When Moko awoke he found the yacht adrift!
His shouts brought up Gordon, Briant, Donagan, and a few of the others from below, but nothing could they do. They called lor help in vain. None of the harbour lights were visible. The yacht was right out in the gulf three miles from land.
At the suggestion of Briant and Moko, the boys tried to get sail on the yacht so as to beat back into the harbour. But the sail was too heavy for them to set properly, and the result was that the yacht, instead of keeping her head up, dropped dead away to leeward. Cape Colville was doubled, and the strait between Great Barrier Island and the mainland run through, and soon the schooner was off to the eastward, many miles from New Zealand.
It was a serious position. There could be no help from the land. If a vessel were to come in search, several hours must elapse before she could catch them, even supposing that she could find them in the darkness. And even when day came, how could she descry so small a craft on the high sea? If the wind did not change, all hope of returning to land must be given up. There remained only the chance of being spoken by some vessel on her way to a New Zealand port. And to meet this, Moko hastened to hoist a lantern at the foremast head. And then all that could be done was to wait for daylight.
Many of the smaller boys were still asleep, and it was thought best not to wake them.
Several attempts were made to bring the schooner up in the wind, but all were useless. Her head fell off immediately, and away she went drifting to the eastward.
Suddenly a light was sighted two or three miles off. It was a white masthead light, showing a steamer under way. Soon the side-lights, red and green, rose above the water, and the fact of their being seen together showed that the steamer was steering straight for the yacht.
