It was a small vessel bearing down toward the Diver.
Pomp gave a sharp look at it and then muttered:
“Fo’ de lan’s sake, I done beliebe dat am dat piratical schooner. Reckon Frank bettah see ‘bout dat.”
But Frank was already coming on deck.
He met the excited darky, and seeing his trepidation, asked:
“What’s the matter now, Pomp?”
“A heap de mattah, sah. I reckon dat ole schooner am comin’ fo’ us again.”
Frank gave a violent start.
“Is that so?” he ejaculated. “Why, we seem fated to be followed by her. It will hardly be safe to fall in with her in our present condition, either.”
“Yo’ am right, sah.”