The agitation of George was beyond all description. Harry kept repeating the words. He was entirely beyond control.
"Be calm; do not become excited. Harry, you are the most nimble; run to Observation Hill: here take the large sheet in the wagon; wave it there, and keep up the signaling; they may see you."
The ship, although far away, was plainly made out, but its character could not be determined. It was evidently a large sailing vessel. Just imagine what must have been the feelings of the party at the sight of the ship, although so far away. Would they see the signal?
In the commotion that followed, what was the Professor doing? He quickly placed two stakes in line with the ship, and watched it patiently. "It is moving to the west."
George's curiosity induced him to look over the Professor's shoulder, and thus enable him to follow the movement of the boat, and by means of which he could see the sails slowly move past the distant stake.
The Professor scarcely moved. "What is Harry doing? Is he still signaling?"
"Yes; he hasn't stopped since he reached the hill."
The stake nearest the Professor was again moved over a trifle as the ship moved on, and they watched and waited.
"Why, the ship hasn't moved for the last ten minutes."
"It seems not," was the Professor's response. Again they waited. George walked to the stakes and back again. He stepped aside to look at Harry on the hill, and again returned to the observation stakes.