"Dead ahead. Let us hail her."
And together we called out as loudly as we could:
"Ship ahoy!"
There was no answer; but the yacht came nearer.
"Ship ahoy!"
"Ahoy here!" came back the welcome cry.
Then we heard the engine of the craft cease to work, and presently the long, slim yacht came close beside us.
"Who are you?" asked some one from the deck.
"We are shipwrecked from the Spitfire," replied Phil.
"Will you take us on board?" I added.
"Certainly; we have been looking for you," came the strange reply.
But at that instant I recognized Mr. Ranson standing at the rail! The lawyer looked highly pleased to see us, and waved his hand.
In a moment a rope was thrown to us from the yacht, and without any difficulty we ascended to the deck, where a small crowd of men surrounded us.
"Right glad am I to see you!" exclaimed Mr. Ranson, as he shook me by the hand. "And you, too," he added to Phil.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" asked the captain of the yacht.
