"That he's had to get out," Jack finished, tearing the phones from his head. "Let's get out on deck, we can't do any more good in here."
"You go out and let me listen a bit. He may send again," Bob proposed as he picked up the phones and clapped them on his head.
"All right. I'll run out and tell them about that last call. Be back in a minute."
"See anything?" Bob asked as Jack returned a minute later.
"Not a thing, but it's getting pretty thick out and Cap'n Ole says it's going to rain."
They waited another fifteen minutes and, hearing nothing, decided that it was useless to wait longer. So they joined the others on the bridge.
"Don't you think we ought to see something pretty soon?" Jack asked as he reached the captain's side.
"Can't tell," the captain told him. "Their position's pretty indefinite and you can't see very far in this weather. If it had only stayed clear," he added.
The wind, which had been increasing steadily for the past hour, was now kicking up considerable of a sea and the boat was pitching badly as her powerful engine drove her at top speed.
"Look! Over there a bit to our left!"