This cry caused a little ripple of excitement. Frank answered:
“A sail is it, Barney?”
“Shure, sor, it is!”
“Whereaway?”
“Dead to windward, sor.”
All went upon the platform deck of the Dolphin with glasses and viewed the distant vessel.
She carried a cloud of canvas, and was evidently a fast sailer.
“Upon my word!” cried Stanhope, “she looks like one of the old-time Indiamen or tea wagons!”
“You are right,” agreed Frank. “But it can hardly be so. What would she be doing in these waters?”
“She may have been blown from her course.”