“Begorra, mebbe she’s wan av thim fast English cutters what comes around here poaching for Ameriky’s seals!” cried Barney.
Stanhope gave a start.
“I guess you’ve hit it, Barney,” he cried. “There is little doubt of it.”
“Shall we hail her?” asked Frank.
Stanhope hesitated a moment.
“If I thought we should gain any information of value,” he said, “I would certainly be in favor if it.”
“It shall be so. We can no more than try.”
Frank went to the wheel-house and headed the Dolphin for the distant ship. Barney went to the upper deck with a flag.
The cutter was a fast sailer, but the Dolphin easily overhauled her. The actions of the ship were very queer. She was evidently trying to run away from the Dolphin.
For some moments Frank was puzzled.