Then when the darky played slowly off went the fiddle at a tremendous rate, leaving him far behind.
It finally got the moke so wild that he quit playing.
The day passed by uneventfully, and night fell.
Tom Reynard had learned how to manage the Pegasus and stood at the wheel, steering, about eight o’clock, when suddenly he descried several twinkling lights ahead.
“Vessel ahead!” he shouted out the door.
“What do you make her out to be?” cried Frank, running in.
“Holy smoke! how can I make out in this gloom?”
“I’ll direct the searchlight upon her.”
It was very dark down below, but through the gloom Frank plainly saw the twinkling lights on the moving vessel.
He turned the searchlight by means of a lever, so that it was directed toward the vessel.