As Powell Seaton turned to go down into the cabin Joe Dawson called sharply:
“Tom, something’s up ahead! Come here, quickly!”
CHAPTER XIV
GRIT GOES UP THE SIGNAL MAST
Even before Captain Tom turned he heard the sudden throb of the twin screws of the propellers, and felt the speed being reversed. That told him, instantly, that Joe had found some reason for stopping the “Restless” in a hurry.
As the young commander bounded forward the steady ray of his own searchlight showed him that the seventy-footer had also stopped her headway.
Hank was still at the wheel, but young Dawson was beside him on the bridge deck.
“There they go—dropping their anchor overboard,” cried Joe, pointing. “The water’s shallow along this coast, of course.”