The others agreed that they did. “It’s a fog-bell on some ship,” said Gerald. “Let’s make for it and maybe they can tell us where we are.” He turned the bow of The Dart a little more to starboard and they ran slowly on, the ding-dong of the unseen bell growing momentarily louder.
Presently, “Why were you so anxious to find out the name of that steamer?” asked Harry.
“I thought that perhaps it was one of Dad’s boats,” replied Gerald.
“Oh! And was it?”
“Yes, a Blue Cross boat. I’m going to send that chap something. He was awfully decent to us.”
“Why not, seeing that he ran us down?” laughed Harry.
“I guess it was quite as much our fault as theirs. Yell if you see anything, Kendall.”
“Not a thing yet, Gerald. That bell’s getting pretty near, though.”
“That’s what I think,” responded Gerald, peering ahead. “I wonder where the dickens we are. It would be a joke on us if we found ourselves down near New London somewhere. Perhaps that bell’s on some lighthouse, fellows. Guess not, though; it doesn’t sound like it. Well, we’ll soon find out. Hello——”
“What?” asked Harry, working another groan from the horn.