"Why--that's the revenue cutter again!" he cried. "I'm sure of it!
How about that, Joe?"
The engineer, who had left his machinery in charge of Slim Jim, for
the time, cleared his eyes of the salty spray.
"I guess you're right," he agreed. "Couldn't make her out at first,
but that's who she is. Guess she wants to ask us if we have any more
information. Shall I heave to?"
"Better, I think," advised Cora, following Jack's questioning glance.
For, be it known, Jack deferred more than usual to his sister on this
cruise, since he had been under her direction, rather than she under
his.
That it was the desire of the on-coming craft to have the Tartar slow
up was evident a moment later. For, as the powerful motors revolved
with less speed, a hail came over the heaving blue waters, that now
had turned to a sickly green under the strange hue of the setting
sun.
"On board the Tartar!" came the cry. Evidently the boat of our
voyagers had not been forgotten.
"Ahoy!" shouted Jack, using a megaphone Cora handed him.
"Stand by!" was the next command. "We want to send"--there came an
undistinguishable word--"aboard."
"They're going to send some one aboard!" cried Bess. "Oh, if it
should be our folks--mother and father-your mother, Cora dear!"
A flush of excitement gathered on Cora's cheeks. Belle, too, felt
that something was impending. Jack, and Walter exchanged glances.
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