"Grazed a rock, I think," replied Dave. "I don't like this a bit.
If I knew my bearings, I'd run straight ashore."
"Do it, anyway, Dave," advised Hiram. "We don't want to wreck the
Reliance on her first trip."
Dave gave the wheel a turn. Just then a distinct yell rang out across the muggy waters, and then, in rapid succession, seven quick, snappy explosions.
CHAPTER VII
A RESCUE IN THE FOG
"What do your suppose that was?" inquired Hiram excitedly.
"It was kind of startling," said Dave.
"Listen."
With the power shut off, the hydroplane drifted, Dave checking its slack running. They were now in a dense fog; with night fast coming on. For the moment everything was still. Then there rang through the misty space one word:
"Help!"