“Faith, an’ that’s more than I do.”
“Look close to the shore, there.”
A momentary silence followed.
Then the Irishman saw the vessel.
He turned the airship toward it and as they drew closer he suddenly directed the searchlight upon the craft.
A cry of delight now escaped Frank, for he recognized the steamer to be the Rover.
“That’s her!” he cried.
“Shure, they’ve hauled to.”
“Ain’t they lowering a boat, Barney?”
“They are that, an’ rowin’ fer shore. Be ther powers, there’s a man in ther boat wid thim sailors dhressed in citizen’s clothes, who, I’ll take me oat’, must be Martin Murdock!”