Then she continued on over the course traversed by most ships bound for the United States.
Several days passed uneventfully by when one morning a yell came from Pomp in the turret, that startled every one.
“Dar’s de Rover! Dar’s de Rover—a wreck!”
His companions rushed out on deck and peered down.
Floating on the ocean below was the dismantled wreck of the trading steamer, and a man stood on her deck wildly signaling to the crew of the engine of the clouds.
CHAPTER XIV.
CONCLUSION.
It was very evident that the steamer had fallen victim to the fury of the cyclone, so deplorable was her condition.
Frank studied her a few moments, then cried to Pomp:
“Go down to her; we will see what the man wants.”
“Yes, sah!” replied the coon, causing the engine to descend.