Jack Sheldon, Dick Percival, Harry Dickson, and even mercurial Billy Manners were quite different, however, and young Jesse W. Smith acted like a man, and although he was frightened, as any one might be, and no shame to him, did not give way to his fright, but said very wisely that he guessed the storm had been gotten up for their especial benefit so that they might know what sort of things they could do in these latitudes.

How long they were rushing before wind and sea they did not know, for it seemed ages, where they were going they could not guess either as they had come from an unexpected quarter, and so suddenly that they had not noticed its direction, and were not where they could look at the compass.

All was bright and cheerful in the cabins, but through the portholes they could see that all was dark outside with an occasional vivid flash of lightning, these coming less and less frequent at length till they ceased, and then the skies began to brighten.

Suddenly, however, before it was yet bright enough outside to make out any objects, there was a sudden rush forward as if they had been struck by a great wave, then a sudden upheaving as if they were mounting to the sky, then another long rush forward, and then a shock as if they had struck something, and for a few moments the lights went out.

When they flared up again the vessel seemed to be at anchor, and the boys said to each other: 

“What is the matter, have we struck on a rock, are we sinking, what is the matter anyhow?”

There was no confusion on deck, as there would have been if what the boys feared had really happened, and presently one of the officers came below and said reassuringly: 

“Well, we are all right as far as I can see, but where we are is another story.  In some landlocked bay, apparently, but where it is or how we reached it I can’t tell.”

“We were struck by a cyclone, weren’t we, Officer?” asked young Smith, with a wise air.

“That’s just what it was, and when those things strike you they strike hard.  Lucky for us that we happened to be going ahead of it, for if we had been head on to it we might not have survived.”

“But there is no danger, we have not struck a rock or anything, we have no holes in our hull?”

“None that we can see.  We are beached somewhere, and we may slide into deeper water, but as far as we can tell now we are safe enough.  Where we are, however, will have to be determined when the sun comes out.”

The boys were reassured by this news, and after a time some of them went out on deck, the yacht being now almost motionless, the waves just lapping their sides, and running lazily up a beach, which they could now just make out at a little distance.

It grew lighter and lighter quite rapidly, and at length the sun appeared, and they found themselves in a landlocked bay with a white beach in front of them, beyond that a thick grove of palms of various kinds, green hills on all sides and in the distance, straight ahead, a hill of considerable size crowned with a thick growth of trees.