“Not so fast, Bill. They may not see us in the dark.”
“That’s so. I’d give a million dollars, if I had it, for a box of matches and some good dry stuff to burn for a signal.”
“Not having those things, there’s no use worrying about them,” returned Jack quietly, “but say, Bill, see here.”
His voice was anxious. He gazed nervously at the approaching lights.
“That steamer’s coming right down on us. We can see both her sidelights.”
“Well, so much the better. She’s bound to see us.”
“Haven’t you thought of another possibility?”
“What do you mean?”
“Of a great danger?”
“I don’t understand you.”