He took out the binoculars and had a look at the steamer Joyce had made out. She was a fair-sized vessel with one black funnel amidships. Her white upperworks showed she was a passenger craft.
Jack hailed Ned Nevins on the engine platform.
“Put on your best bib and tucker, Ned, we’re going calling.”
“Calling!” came back the astonished exclamation.
“Yes, deep sea calling. Hail Tom and tell him to look his prettiest. Too bad we didn’t bring any cards.”
[CHAPTER XXI.]
SALUTING A STEAMER.
The Electric Monarch gave a dive and a swoop that caused all Heiny Dill’s qualms to come back tenfold.
“Himmel! Ve are sinking. Man der boat-lifes!” he yelled, but nobody paid any attention to him and he speedily recovered his equanimity, and with his rotund face poked out of the cabin port watched, with as much interest as any one else on board, the approach of the steamer.