"Have any of you gentlemen ever had a good, long look at the 'Victor'?" shouted Captain Tom, leaning down over the starboard bridge rail.
"I have," admitted Mr. Baldwin.
"Then I think you'd better come up here, sir, and take one of the glasses."
"Think you've sighted her?" demanded Baldwin, eagerly, as he raced up the steps.
"We've sighted some yacht. We've got to cut down a few miles of the distance between us before we can be sure about the stranger."
Then, while Baldwin held the glasses to his eyes, Dick Davis showing him where to look, Halstead snatched up the engine room speaking tube.
"Joe, give us more of that hot-foot, if it's in the old motors. We think we're in chase—but, oh, man, man! How we need speed now!"
"I can't be sure of anything yet," complained Mr. Baldwin, in a depressed tone. "We've got to be nearer, and see the hull of the craft yonder, before I can feel sure about her."
"I'm pretty near sure, now, that it's the 'Victor,'" muttered Halstead, after he had picked up his own marine glass and used it for a few seconds.