“They are. Look.”
Farther up on the Empire’s deck fifteen or twenty men, under the direction of officers, were busy lowering lifeboats, although it looked out of reason to let them down on that sea.
Suddenly Bob turned and started toward his berth.
“Where you going?” Joe asked.
“To get the motion-picture camera. Here’ll be a good chance to take some pictures. There’s plenty of light around here.”
The next moment he was gone, and Joe turned to the deck.
The roar of the storm was deafening, and the wind howled ruefully through the funnels and masts. It was as though the end of the world were coming.
In less than five minutes two lifeboats were lowered, four or five men in each one. Then slowly they made their way toward the doomed schooner.
Bob now returned with the movie camera and cranked away, delighted to get an opportunity to film such an unusual happening.
The boys, however, were not the only ones to watch the daring attempt at rescue. In fact the glass was now crowded with people, and Mr. Holton, Mr. Lewis, and Professor Bigelow came up and wormed their way to their companions.