"In one of the small boats, making for shore."
"What shore?"
"Any shore. Belgium, most likely. But a storm Is brewing and——"
A sudden shout interrupted him.
"Vessel approaching off the port bow, sir!" came the cry.
Jack stood up hurriedly and looked across the sea. Sure enough, just appearing over the horizon, a faint speck had become visible. Jack waved his hand to Lord Hastings, who was in a second boat not far behind.
"Safe now, I guess, sir," he called.
"Unless it happens to be a German," returned his commander.
"Hardly, in this part of the sea," declared Jack.
The heads of the small boats were turned and they made directly for the approaching vessel, which loomed larger and larger in the distance.