“Ahoy there! Ahoy the derelict!” shouted Bob, standing up and waving his arms.
The fog rapidly blew away. The wind caught the sail on the life raft, and the mass moved forward. Judd quickly thrust an oar through a staple at the stern made for the purpose, and began to steer. They approached the strange, silent vessel that now loomed in front of them.
“It is a derelict,” said Bob in a low voice. “There isn’t a soul on board.”
Nearer and nearer they approached. Bob and the sailor joined their voices in a shout.
“It’s just possible some one may be there,” said the stout lad.
They were near enough now to look across the broken rails—to note the damage done to the craft. And then, as they shouted again, they saw a figure running along the deck.
“Some one is there! Some one is there!” cried Bob, greatly excited.
“Ahoy! Ahoy!” shouted the sailor.
“Now I shall be able to get some paper for my crab notes,” murmured the professor.
The figure on the derelict leaned over the side and waved a frantic welcome.