"No, no, captain! Look--look! Quick, captain!"
"Toplights and gaffsails, what's this now?" demanded Broadbeam, as Bob extended the glass, looking pale and agitated.
"Look at the high cape cliff, captain," urged Bob. "See if I'm mistaken."
"Dave Fearless!" fairly roared the old sea veteran the minute he put the glass to his eyes.
"You are sure, captain?" cried Bob, in great excitement.
The captain had been staggered at his surprising first view through the spyglass. Now he looked again.
"Dave! Ah, a glad sight," he went on. "Some men with him--look like sailors. Fearless! Amos Fearless! Where is he? Old friend, your son is alive!"
Those of the crew in sight and hearing stared quite wonderingly at their captain. They had rarely seen him so moved as when he ran towards the cabin, shouting the name of his friend.
"What is that?" said the old diver, coming up the cabin stairs.
"Dave is alive."