"Try, lad, try! Some kind of a boat is bound to appear, sooner or later."
"I—I am nu—numb all over."
"I suppose that's true—I'm numb myself. But don't ye give up."
Encouraged somewhat by Peterson's words Dick continued to hold on, and a few minutes later the lumberman gave a cheering cry:
"A steamer! Saved at last!"
The lumberman was right; the freighter Tom and Sam had hailed was approaching, the castaways having been discovered by the aid of a marine glass.
"A man and a boy," observed Captain Jasper to his mate.
"The boy looks pretty well done for," returned the mate. "He must be the one that was thrown off the yacht."
"More than likely."
As speedily as possible the freight steamer drew closer, and a line was thrown to Peterson.