The shore, however, was so far distant that it was
vain to expect help from that direction and on the other hand
most of the boats, whose courses were marked by trails of smoke,
were so far away that it was almost impossible for them to
discern the drifting motor-boat.
CHAPTER XI
RESCUED
No change occurred for another hour in the position in which the
boys found themselves. Fred still was lying helpless on the
cushions and the boys by taking turns or working together at the
wheel had somehow, in spite of numerous moments of peril, been
able to keep the Black Growler headed to the wind.
At that time George broke in upon the silence by saying
excitedly, "Look yonder, fellows! Isn't that a boat coming this
way?"
Instantly the eyes of all three turned in the direction in which
George pointed. Far away a trail of smoke was visible and from
the direction in which it was moving it was apparent that it had
come from a boat which was coming nearer the place where the boys
were drifting than had any boats since their mishap.
"I believe it's coming," exclaimed Grant. "We'll get some help
pretty soon."
"Yes," broke in John, whose hands now were blistered and whose
temper had suffered from his efforts. "Yes, she's probably bound
for Liverpool and won't stop until she's gone across the ocean. A
lot of good it will do us!"
"Don't take all the joy out of living, String," laughed George
good-naturedly.
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