“I think you are right.”
“They are doing some kind of signaling on the Marjorie now,” went on Jim. “I can see some one waving a flag.”
“There isn’t anyone here who could see it,” said the captain, looking over the deck. “Let me have a look,” taking the glass. “There is some kind of signaling going on, but who can it be to?” Jo walked quietly to the stern of the boat, and leaning over the rail looked down. The stern windows of the cabin afforded a view of the pursuing vessel, and where the signals could be observed, but he could not see if anyone was there.
Something did attract his attention, however, though it only impressed itself on his mind as an odd chance. A keg was floating in the wake of the Storm King, but most unusual things are sometimes seen on the surface of the ocean, hundreds of miles from land.
“Perhaps there is someone in the cabin,” he suggested, as he came back to where the captain was standing.
“By jove!” gasped the captain, making a dash for the companion way, “I believe you have it.”
At this moment the steward came on deck.
“See here!” roared the captain, “What is the meaning of this?”
The steward smiled complacently, and said, “Why, sir, I know nothing about the flag. I have finished my tasks in the pantry, and came on deck for a breath of air.”
The captain, debating the matter in his mind, concluded he would say no more at that time, and turned his attention again to the others. The steward went about his duties.