The hoarse echoing report of a large gun heard plainly above the roar of the storm, and hastily putting on his great yellow oilskin coat, old Uncle Abram led the way towards the shore.
Chapter Twenty Eight.
A Brave Act for a Daring Man may be Heroism in a Gallant Boy.
“There she is, Master Dickard, sir,” shouted Josh, as the little party reached the shore down by the pilchard-house, and he pointed out over the foaming sea.
“I can see nothing but mist,” said Dick excitedly.
“That’s the foam,” said Josh; “but I can see her plain—three-master—quite a big ship.”
“Will she get into the harbour, Josh?” said Dick, with his lips to the fisherman’s ear.
Josh looked at him solemnly and then shook his head.