It looked as if she were going to run them down!
Bob and Dick’s hopes of a rescue paled before the imminent dread of a collision that now stared them in the face—nay, was close at hand.
“Shout, Dick! Shout out with me as loud as you can so as to wake them up on board and make them see us!” cried Bob, letting go the tiller and standing up on top of the stern locker. “Now, all together, Dick! Ship, ahoy! Ship, ahoy!”
Chapter Twenty Five.
Drifting.
“Help, ahoy, look out!” sang out Bob and Dick in chorus, well-nigh paralysed with fright. “Ahoy there, look out ahead!”
But, in spite of their cries, the phantom ship, whose proportions became all the more magnified the nearer she approached, rose upon them steadily out of the mist, growing into a gruesome reality each second, her hull towering over the little cutter as she bore down upon her, like a giant above a pigmy!
“Help, ahoy, look out there!” they once more shouted frantically. “Help—ahoy!”