“What’s amiss?” he shouted to the pilot.
“Something’s wrong—no lights, and I may have missed my course. We’ll have to strike shore again, Tom,” said Bill.
“Can’t we avoid wasting the time?” inquired Tom.
“There may be no chance for the ship to show lights,” suggested Bill, in his broad blunt way. “Maybe the Olivia has gone down.”
“Oh, surely not that!” cried Tom. “There—there!”
“Good!” chorused Bill, in a gladsome shout; “it must be the Olivia!”
Directly ahead, but high up in the air, a brilliant rocket had pierced the gloom of the tempestuous night.
[CHAPTER XXII—THE RESCUE]
Tom hailed the unmistakable signal of distress from the steamer Olivia with energy and hope.
“I think I understand why we saw no lights,” he remarked. “The steamer must have driven into the breakers beyond what they call the North Sentinel.”