“Yet, if it is? You don’t mean to say, Delavan, that you could think of eating then?”
“Confound you, man,” drawled Mr. Delavan. “What do you think my stomach knows about news?”
The sounding of the fog-horn had died out some minutes ago, as the vanishing fog rolled further and further away. And now, Tom, gazing keenly ahead, saw a big black hull rapidly emerge out of a bank of fog more than a mile away. He looked sharply for a few seconds. Then—
“Gentlemen,” announced the young skipper, pointing, “that craft over to the eastward is, I think, the ‘Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse.’”
CHAPTER II
A WHIFF OF FORTUNE
MR. DELAVAN immediately raised a pair of marine glasses to his eyes, taking a long, careful look at the great hull.
“Yes; that’s the ‘Kaiser,’” he agreed.
“There’s a smaller craft, astern, that may interest you also, sir,” reported Jed, from the after deck.