“And boys, there’s some kind of a flag floating on it,” Josh went on.
“Upside down?” questioned Nick, eagerly.
“Looks like it to me,” came the answer.
“Then it’s a wreck, all right; because that’s the signal of distress,” Nick continued, now raising Herb’s glasses for a look.
“Oh! my! I believe it’s them!” he ejaculated a minute later.
At that Jack could stand it no longer.
“Here, Jimmie, you grab hold, and run this boat,” he said. “Keep her nose pointed just as she runs now, and whatever you do, don’t swing around, broadside on.”
Then, as Jimmie took hold of the wheel, the skipper raised the glasses for a look, while George awaited his report with ill-concealed eagerness.
“There, look now, Jack!” cried Josh.