“What are you going to do when you get within hailing distance?” asked Andy, after a pause.
“I don’t know—haven’t exactly made up my mind,” was the answer of the elder Racer lad. “But I’ll have to soon.”
Frank was giving all his attention to managing the Gull, so as to gain every foot. Andy went up forward now and then to report progress.
“Hey, Frank!” he suddenly called, “there’s something doing on board.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Why the whole crowd of them have come aft and are looking at us for all they’re worth.”
“Are they using glasses?”
“No—yes, they are too! A new man has come up on deck, and he’s got a pair. He’s training them on us.”
“Good! That shows they’re worried. Take our glasses and see what you can make out.”
Andy looked long and earnestly. Then he let out a yell.