9/17 "She's seen our smoke-pillar! Shove more on, just to let her know we understand. Saved!--this time, anyway." Half-an-hour later, a spick and span and eminently youthful-looking naval lieutenant raised his cap to the three folk who stood eagerly awaiting his approach at the edge of the surf. "Right!--we're searching for you--had wireless messages this morning. Where's the pirate, or whatever he is ?" "Somewhere away to the southward," answered Vickers, pointing into the haze. "He was here two hours ago--but he's about as fast as they make 'em, and he's good reason to show a clean pair of heels. |