“Brandon! Brandon!” she cried, running back to the cabin and rapping on the door.
“Aye, aye!” he shouted, and was out of his berth in a moment.
“What is it?” he asked, appearing in the cabin.
“There is a schooner coming right for us!” cried Milly, laughing and crying for joy. “I’ve just discovered it. It’s about here.”
She was about to dart out upon deck again, but Brandon grasped her arm.
“Wait, Milly,” he said cautiously. “Have they seen you yet?”
“No; but I want them to.”
“Not yet. We don’t know what they may be. Let me look at them,” said the boy rapidly.
He seized the glass, and mounting to the top of the stairs, peered out from the shelter of the companionway at the strange schooner.
She lay to about a quarter of a mile away from the derelict, and a boat was already half way between the vessel and the wreck. Brandon examined the men in it intently.