All relapsed into silence. The deepest anxiety prevailed, for it meant a tremendous lot to the three wanderers if they should be so unfortunate as to miss the boat, and be thrown on their own resources, with a lame comrade on their hands in the bargain.
“Do you see anything, Bob?” whispered Sandy, presently, when the silence began to seem unbearable.
“I believe I do,” came the reply. “There, Pat has caught it, too; for I can tell from his actions. Yes, it’s a moving object away up yonder; and I do believe, Sandy, it is the boat, coming at last!”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MAN WITH THE CHARMED LIFE
“How can we let them know we’re here, so they’ll push in close enough, and anchor, while some one comes for us in the dugout?” Sandy inquired.
Pat had prepared for that, too, it seemed.
“I’m to flash a bit av powder to till them we’re waitin’ beyant the p’int av land,” he remarked; “and ’tis mesilf as had better be gettin’ ready to do the same in a hurry, for they do be comin’ along right fast.”