WITH LUSTY ARMS THE SAILORS, AIDED BY DICK AND PAUL,
PULLED TOWARD THE SMALL BOAT.—Page 110.
Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht.
The oars were rested between the thole-pins and, above the gentle swish of the water against the sides of the dory, could be heard a wailing cry, coming over the waste of water.
"Give way!" shouted Dick, as he bent to the ashen blade once more. "We've got to save that baby!"
CHAPTER XIII THE MERMAID'S SONG
Forward shot the boat, impelled by the sturdy muscles of the sailors, Dick and Paul. In another minute the dory was lifted high on the crest of a wave, while the drifting craft was down in the hollow. The pitiful crying-whine sounded more plainly, and a moment later Dick shouted:
"Fellows, it isn't a baby at all. I can see it plainly now. It's a puppy! A little, brown puppy!" And, at the sound of the lad's voice the frantic animal redoubled its cries.
"Well, we've got to rescue it just the same," declared Frank, after a moment's blank look at his chums.