All was now bustle on board the yacht. Letting the foresheet draw, they ran before the wind for about a quarter of an hour; then, heaving-to again, the cork was taken out of the syphon, and the yacht began to fill gradually. The barque was still more than three miles off, so there was ample time to prepare everything.
"Now for the signals of distress," cried Carew; "bring up the flags."
The two flags of the international code—N and B—were hoisted to the gaff end, which indicate that a vessel is in need of assistance.
"They won't be able to see that for some time yet," said Baptiste. "Your signal flags are too small."
"Then rig up the long-distance signal," cried Carew. "It is a square flag at the masthead with something like a ball beneath it. Hoist the large ensign, and fasten the life-buoy to the mast; that will look like a ball."
The barque was now heading straight for the yacht. When she was about a mile off Carew loaded the small brass signal gun and fired it.
About a minute afterwards a wreath of smoke was seen to issue from the barque's side. Then the report of a gun was heard.
"We are safe now. They will pick us up," said Carew. "Hallo, there! Inboard with that syphon at once, or the yacht will go down under our feet."
The men had been watching the approaching barque so intently that they had not observed how low in the water their own vessel now was. The cabin was three parts full, and all the movable articles in it were afloat. The syphon was brought on board, and they waited yet a little longer before taking the final step; for the wind had fallen light again, and the barque was making but slow progress towards them.
"Up goes some bunting yonder," said El Chico.