s to rights and the yacht put on more of her normal appearance. But she had been sadly battered for all t

ntly without a ripple as Jack and Raynor, the latter recovered but still weari

about the ship for scraps. His sharp, triangular dorsal fin stuck from his back like a blue steel knife cutting the surface and glistening like a thing of metal. About these great tiger

fight furiously over some drifting morsel. After these tussles they appeared to "run" over the water to give their heavy, awkward bodies a good start upward. Then, having attained

elicate little creatures, with their thin, membranous sails set,

ver have kicked up the ructions it did, eh,

, with a rueful grin, "but I

ack. "No wonder you look glum, old fello

r, "about all we can do is to use the

to keep on drifting about like another Flying Dutchman, I don't see that

n interruption. The voice of the sea-man

, ho!" h

ice from the bridge, that of M

ts on the s

ook," suggested Jack. "You're

r. "Anything for variety's s

off, they could just about see, by straining the

aid Raynor. "Perhaps it's

fore long," wa

ard, the boys saw Mr. Jukes emerge from his cabin and take his place on the bridge beside Captain Sparhawk. That bronzed mariner ha

yacht putting sharp questions. He showed more animation than he had at any time

schooner,

btedly

as her canvas set s

t there is little wind. Odd tho

lasses again from the shelf

board her, Sparhawk," he exclaimed pr

ain Sparhawk took a prolonged observation. When he, in turn, laid

n't seem to be able to mak

lict, p

the other craft. She was a trig-looking schooner, painted black, with a flush deck except for her after house and a small structure astern of the fore-mast. Her canvas was set

currents, drifting sometimes for years over the trackless wastes of the ocean. The bo

ack. "Although her canvas appear

had suddenly come a sound which, under the circumsta

tolling of a bell, l