“Did you hear that cry, Merry?” asked Rattleton.
“Yes, I heard it,” nodded Frank.
“What do you think it was?”
“Hard to tell.”
“Sounded like a cry of distress.”
“Yes, that was what it sounded like.”
Then all the boys thought of the girl they had seen on the mysterious schooner. It occurred to each one of them that it was possible the cry had come from her lips.
For all that the Jolly Sport seemed to fly, the vessel was making still greater speed, and she was soon lost in the gloom.
The boys felt that the chance of making the Thimbles and running into the snug little harbor was small indeed, but they trusted everything to Frank Merriwell’s judgment.
They had been bailing all along, thinking the water was coming in over the rail, but when they had turned about a startling discovery was made.