“Yes, sir.”
“Ask her what she wants us to do.”
The signalman touched his hat, and the little row of flags ran fluttering up in the breeze.
“She signals herself the Mayflower, private yacht, owner Mr. James Watson of New York,” he remarked. “She’s a beautiful boat.”
Mr. Sabin, who had brought his own glasses, looked at her long and steadily.
“She’s not an American built boat, at any rate,” he remarked.
An answering signal came fluttering back. The captain opened his book and read it.
“She’s going on under canvas,” he said, “but she wants us to take her owner and his wife on board.”
“Are you compelled to do so?” Mr. Sabin asked.
The captain laughed.