Suddenly he uttered a shout and pointed seaward.
"Look there!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

"There are those three fellows, and they're in trouble, from the looks of it." The others looked, and beheld, half a mile or so away, on the roughening waters, the hull of the hydroplane.

She was tossing up and down like a cork, and apparently was drifting helplessly, with her motor broken down, in the heavy sea.

Her occupants seemed to be bailing her; but as they caught sight of the Flying Fish they stood up and waved frantically.
"Yes, they're in trouble, all right," agreed Tubby.

"And I suppose we've got to go and get them out of it." Rob had already put the Flying Fish about and headed her for the distressed craft.