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The report of a sail having been sighted dispelled every other thought. Hartog released Hugens, and, hurrying to the Queen's house, shortly afterwards returned with his spyglass, with which he anxiously scanned the horizon.
"God be thanked, Peter," he said presently, "our ship is coming back to us, convoyed by a frigate."
So great was my joy