"What is it?" asked Dibble anxiously. "Are you hurt?"
"No, no. Didn't you see the wreck ahead?"
"No."
"Thought I saw something," said one of the others. "But I wasn't sure."
"What kind of a wreck?" asked the mate peering forward.
I pointed in the direction in which it had disappeared.
"A small sailboat of some kind," I returned. "I didn't see—Look! Look there!"
As I spoke there was another flash of light. For an instant all hands beheld a small sloop with a broken mast, kiting before the wind.
"You're right," cried Dibble. "Wonder if there is any one on board?"
"Can't we hail her?" I asked.