The next moment a shout came down across the broken seas that rolled between the vessels.
"Yacht, ahoy! What d'you want?"
"To see you!" Andrew answered, throwing his voice to windward with all his force. "Important!"
Rankine steadied himself against the rail, with his glasses at his eyes.
"The Rowan; Mr. Johnstone! Could you jump on board our gig?"
"Can't leave the boat!" shouted Andrew, letting her forge ahead a few yards nearer.
Rankine made a sign of comprehension.
"Very well. Follow us into shelter!"
Andrew waved his arm, and, trimming the jib over, drove the Rowan ahead. As he did so, the steamer's screw splashed round half out of water, and she slowly turned toward the north.
"That's not the way to Ramsey," Whitney grumbled.