“It’s coming on to blow!” exclaimed the lad. “Good! That will clear away the fog and I can see where I am. Maybe I can sight the Sherman!”
It was this same puff of wind that brought hope to the hearts of Bob, the professor, and Judd aboard the life raft.
“What did you think you saw?” asked the sailor, as Bob uttered his exclamation at the sight of something through a rift in the fog.
“[I saw a ship!] A ship with camouflaged sides!” [exclaimed the stout lad]. “It’s the Sherman! [Right ahead there!] Look! There where the fog is breaking again!”
[“I SAW A SHIP!” EXCLAIMED THE STOUT LAD. “RIGHT AHEAD THERE!”]
Even Professor Snodgrass looked. For a moment after Bob had first spoken the fog had closed in, shutting out the momentary view he had had. Now the wind freshened, the fog blew away, and he pointed at what he had seen.
“It is a ship!” exclaimed the professor.
“But not the Sherman!” cried Judd. “That’s an abandoned vessel! The derelict, I do believe, that crashed into us!”