"Do you see that ship?" The Denyse hand pointed, rigid as a bar, to the south, where the Tyro discerned a thin smudge of smoke.
"I see something."
"That is the Nantasket."
"At this distance I can't deny it," murmured the Tyro.
"Which left New York two days behind us, and is now overhauling us, owing to our accident."
He received this news with a bow.
"On board her is Henry Clay Wayne," she continued weightily.
"Congratulations on your remarkable keenness of vision!" exclaimed the Tyro.
"Don't be an imbecile," said the lady, "I didn't see him. I learned by wireless."
"Rather a specialty of yours, wireless, isn't it?" he queried.