“Sorenson must have seen me jump,” he thought bitterly. “But he has no intention of taking me aboard. He means to let me drown!”
CHAPTER XIII
ABOARD THE BELMONIA
As Flash watched with increasing alarm, the Belmonia kept steadily to her course. Minutes seemed an eternity. The cold water was biting into his skin, chilling him through. An icy fear clutched at his heart.
And then, when he had abandoned all hope, he saw that a small boat was being lowered from the steamer. He had been seen and would be picked up!
Minutes later two sailors hauled him over the side into the bottom of the boat.
“They say there’s one born every minute,” remarked a ship’s officer grimly. “After watching you jump from that plane, I believe it!”
“Had to get aboard some way,” grinned Flash, wriggling into a dry jacket which a sailor offered him.
“Reporter?”
“Photographer for the Brandale Ledger. I aim to get some films our paper bought from a survivor of the Alexander.”
“You’re lucky you weren’t drowned!”