"Are we closer?" asked Mr. Tarbill.
"Not yet!" answered the captain.
"Can't we call to them?"
"No—but we can fire a shot," answered Captain Spark, and not one shot but half a dozen were discharged.
"If only the lookout sees us," said Bob. "I wish we could hoist some big signal."
But they had nothing larger than the sail and a shirt. Mr. Carr furnished the garment and it was tied to the masthead. But if those on the steamer saw the signal they gave no sign.
"She's goin' away!" wailed Tim Flynn at last. "Bad luck to her fer lavin' us!"
"Going away!" ejaculated Bob, and his heart sank like a lump of lead in his bosom.
"Don't say that!" wailed Mr. Tarbill. "Shout—fire a gun—anything! They must come and rescue us!" And in his nervousness the man began to caper about wildly.
"Look out, or you'll go overboard!" shouted Captain Spark.