“Let us hold up a minute and see what she intends to do,” said Harry.
He rested on his oars. Soon the craft came closer. It was the excursion boat on her return.
“She is not coming near us,” said Jerry. “Pull on.”
Harry had just taken to the oars again, when a wild cry rang out. It came from the row-boat which held Peters and Crosby.
“Stop! Don’t run us down!”
“The steamboat is onto them!” ejaculated Jerry.
Scarcely had he spoken when there came another cry, followed by a crash.
“They’ve been struck!” yelled Harry.
“Pull ahead!” cried Jerry. “Like as not they have either been killed or are drowning!”
He sprang to Harry’s side, and with an oar each they sped on to the assistance of the unfortunate ones.