It was not in the searchlight’s path, and consequently easily seen. Pomp also saw it.
“What is that?”
“Massy Lordy!” gasped Pomp. “Wha’ am it but de helmet lamp ob some one ob our men!”
“It must be!” cried Hartley hopefully, “it can be nothing else.”
“Yo’ am right!”
“Turn the searchlight on to it!”
A sharp cry of joy burst from the lips of each. The distant figure of a man was seen.
“Hurrah!” cried Hartley; “by the North Star if that isn’t one of our men. We shall save him!”
“Golly! dat am good luck!” cried Pomp joyfully.
It was the turning of the searchlight full upon them that had caused Barney and Clifford such a thrill of surprise as was depicted at the close of a preceding chapter.