"Quite. I see her very plainly."
"But if she should not see our signal!" groaned "doubting Thomas."
"She sees it. She is bearing rapidly down upon us!" exclaimed
Ishmael.
"I see her now!" cried one of the men.
"And so do I!" said another.
"And so do I!" added a third.
"She is not a sail-boat, she is a steamer," said a fourth, as the ship came rapidly towards the wreck. "She is the 'Santiago,' of Havana," said Ishmael, as she steamed on and came within hailing distance.
Then she stopped, blew off her steam, and sent out a boat. While it was cleaving the distance between the ship and the rocks a man on the deck of the former shouted through his trumpet:
"Wreck ahoy!"
"Aye, aye!" responded Ishmael, with all the strength of his powerful lungs.