"We are shipwrecked from the Spitfire," replied Phil.
"Will you take us on board?" I added.
"Certainly; we have been looking for you," came the strange reply.
But at that instant I recognized Mr. Ranson standing at the rail! The lawyer looked highly pleased to see us, and waved his hand.
In a moment a rope was thrown to us from the yacht, and without any difficulty we ascended to the deck, where a small crowd of men surrounded us.
"Right glad am I to see you!" exclaimed Mr. Ranson, as he shook me by the hand. "And you, too," he added to Phil.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" asked the captain of the yacht.
"I don't know," was my reply. "They went off in the jolly-boat and left us behind."
"You can tell your story in the cabin," put in another man, who was dressed in navy-blue and wore a badge upon his breast.
"Yes, that would be best," said the lawyer. "How do you feel?"