Would their signals be seen? Anxiously the boys waited to find out.
CHAPTER XXIV
IN THE JUNGLE
Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by slowly. The wind had fallen somewhat, so the progress of the vessel in the distance was slow.
“She’s coming this way, I’m sure of it!” declared Randy.
“Don’t be too certain. You may be disappointed,” answered Fred.
The youngest Rover boy had scarcely spoken when the bark seemed to veer off to the eastward.
“She’s going away!”
“Maybe she’s only tacking in the wind.”
With strained eyes the boys watched the vessel in the distance. Now she seemed to tack back, much to their delight.