"Who calls?" came the answering query. "It is I, Dick Rover!"
"Dick!" came from Sam and Hans.
"Where are you?"
"This way!" called Sam, and kept on calling until Dick drew closer and at last made out his brother and the German boy clinging to another crate.
"This is lucky—as far as it goes," said Sam. "Are you hurt?"
"Not at all. And you?"
"I got a scratch on my wrist, that is all, and Hans says he twisted his left ankle a little. But we are glad we weren't drowned."
"What of the others?"
"I am almost sure Tom went overboard. I think the others remained on the steamer."
"Was she sinking?"