"Maybe we shan't have any chance to be taken on
board, but we'll do our best anyway."
Silence followed as the three boys eagerly watched the
approaching boat, for there was no question in their minds now
that the unknown steamer was approaching.
A few minutes later Grant said, looking through the field glasses
at the approaching stranger, "That's a yacht of some kind, in my
opinion." As soon as he had spoken, his companions eagerly
demanded an opportunity to confirm his statement.
"Soc is right," said John after a long inspection.
"Of course he is," said Grant lightly. "He always is right. How
many times must I tell you that if you would only follow my
advice you would soon be improving?"
"It's no time to joke," said John solemnly. "We've just got to
make them take us on board or help us out of our trouble."
"We'll have to wait until they come nearer than they are now,"
said George. "Have we got a big white cloth that we can use as a
signal?"
"I think there are some sheets down in the cabin," suggested
Grant.
"Then I'll get them," said Grant quickly, as he disappeared from
sight.
In a brief time he returned with two sheets in his arms. Handing
one to Grant, while John was still busy at the wheel, George said
excitedly, "Now we have got to stand up and let them know that
we're here."
It was plain to the watching boys that the approaching boat was a
yacht as Grant had suggested.
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