The Sea Diver kept on its course for the rest of that day.
Night finally shut down, dark and moonless. But with the searchlight it was easy for the Diver to travel, with no fear of a collision.
She was rapidly nearing Key West, and would the next day be in Gulf waters. The air was fresh and delightful, and the voyagers sat out on deck until a late hour.
While thus enjoying themselves, suddenly Barney sprung up.
“Shure, sor!” he cried, motioning to Frank, “there’s a lot of colored loights over there. Phwat do yez make av it?”
“A vessel in distress!” exclaimed Frank, as he scrutinized the distant signals. “Do you suppose it was our schooner?”
CHAPTER IV.
A WONDERFUL NARRATIVE.
Perhaps the most startled member of the party was Wilbur Wade. He rushed to the rail, straining his gaze in the direction of the signal lights.
“I knew it would come!” he cried, excitedly. “I was sure we had not seen the last of that schooner.”
Certainly some vessel, distant but a few miles, was flying signal lights of distress.