“Ahoy-y-y! Seafowls ahoy-y-y!”
Chapter Twenty Five.
With Shot-Holes.
“Ahoy-y-y! Seafowls ahoy-y!” came again after a pause, and though he felt that he ought to have hailed in reply, Frank Murray’s lips remained closed, and he still clung there listening for the hail to come again.
It was not until he heard the hail for the fourth time that the midshipman was able to throw off the nightmare-like feeling, and, drawing a deep breath, shout with all his might—
“Seafowls ahoy!”
Then he held his breath and waited, feeling that his voice could not have been heard, and a feeling of despair began to assail him and the fancy grew that he was sinking back into that horrible sensation of inertia which had mastered him for a time.
But it was fancy, for throwing off the weakness he shouted now joyously and lustily—