A ship was descried in the distance just then.
“He may have been picked up by that vessel,” Frank suggested. “Let’s run up to her and see.”
The coon steered for the ship.
When they arrived within a short distance of her they saw by the searchlight that she was plunging into a fog bank, and Frank viewed her with his glass.
He gave a violent start a moment later.
“The ship May Queen, of Liverpool,” he read on her stern, “and, by heavens, there’s Murdock standing on her deck, surrounded by sailors watching us.”
“Good!” cried the detective. “Follow her, Pomp.”
“Yes, sah!” the coon replied.
He grasped the lever to increase the speed of the engine, when a report pealed from the deck of the boat, and a shot from her signal gun roared out.
It struck the forward tube of the rotascope frame, there sounded a crash as the upright broke, and the next moment the helices all stopped, as the electric wire that gave current to them was severed.