"I don't think we could ever sail her that far, even if we were able to get a jury rig on her. Her rudder's gone, and to rig a jury rudder would be too much for us. Besides, her seams have opened badly, and another storm would be likely to knock her to pieces."
"Den id's pedder dot ve be took off," said Carl.
As the boat was almost halfway between the schooner and the derelict, the boys gave over their talk to watch. They had not kept their gaze on the boat many minutes before they made out a figure on one of the thwarts that caused them to turn upon each other in blank astonishment.
"It can't be dot der feller in der front part oof dot poat iss Sixdy?" murmured Carl. "Haf I got der plind shtaggers or somet'ing?"
"Dowse me, mate," breathed Dick, "it's either the old hunks, or his double."
"I don'd pelieve in toubles like dot. Id vas eider him or id vasn't him. Vat you t'ink, Tick?"
"I'm a Fiji if it ain't Sixty," declared Dick.
"How could he be dere ven ve left him on der shdeamer?"
"That's a hard one. This is Sixty's old boat, and it's natural he should be coming back to her again. I tell you, Carl, there's something queer in all this that we can't understand. Belay a bit!"