“How many of ’em?” he queried.
“I can’t make out exactly,” answered Fred. “But I think there are two, and maybe three.”
“I see only two,” came from Jack. “There they go!”
The wreckage in the distance had disappeared behind a big wave. But soon the Rover boys and the sailor saw it come into view again, and now somewhat closer than before.
“There are two on it—that’s all!” exclaimed the young major. “One standing up and the other sitting down.”
“Can you make out who they are?” questioned the sailor.
“I think the fellow standing up is Randy, but I’m not certain,” said Fred. And then he set up a yell in which Jack joined.
For fully a quarter of an hour the two pieces of wreckage bobbed up and down on the broad bosom of the Atlantic. Sometimes Jack and Fred thought they were coming a little closer together, and then it looked as if they might be drifting farther apart.
“It’s Randy! I’m sure of it!” exclaimed Fred, presently.