There was silence for five minutes.
“Yes,” he said, “it seems to be coming toward us. Here, Guy, your eyes are better than mine; take the glass, and see whether I am right.”
Guy took the glass and turned it in the direction of the ship.
“Abner! Luke!” he said, in a tremulous voice. “I think it looks like the Osprey.”
“Give me the glass—quick!” said Luke.
He took a long look seaward.
“Well, well! What do you make out?” asked Abner.
“I think Guy is right. It does look like the Osprey.”
“But it can’t be! There has not been time for her to go to Bombay and return.”
This was evident, and they felt that they could not be correct.