“Tom, I can see a blue light over there.... Ah, see, there is a rocket! What is it?”
Lester took his night glasses and looked.
“There is a ship ashore somewhere between here and the Deal Island light,” he said, and then he rang, “Go astern,” to the engine-room.
“Lindley,” he called as soon as the tug backed alongside the Braybrook Castle, “there is a ship ashore about four miles away from us to the westward. My wife noticed her signals a few minutes ago.”
“More salvage, sir,” bawled Lindley, “Mrs. Lester is bringing us more luck. What's to be, sir?”
“I want ten or a dozen men, and I'll go and see what I can do. You are all right, aren't you?”
“Right as rain, sir.”
Fifteen, instead of a dozen men slid down a line on to the deck of the tug, and Lucy, at a nod from her husband, turned on “Full steam ahead,” and Lester whistled down the speaking-tube.
“Hallo!” was the response.
“Give it to her, Patterson, for all she's worth. There is a ship ashore about four miles away. She is burning blue lights and sending up rockets.”