At the same instant he jerked one hand from the wheel, caught up the lantern, and dropped it overboard.
Kinky, meanwhile, had forced his hands over Matt's lips.
The light Matt had seen had shifted its position, and was gliding toward the Sprite.
"Hello, there!" called a voice from the dark.
"Hello, yourself," flung back Ross.
"Did you hail us?"
"No."
"I thought some one yelled. What became of your light?"
"A lubber here with me knocked it overboard."
"Well, you'd better get out another. If you take my advice, you won't stay out long, either. There's nasty weather coming, and we're making for our berth over at the asylum."