"Yes, but old Kentfield is all right, at that. This is good for a change. But wait until we get to Cuba, and wait until we camp out on one of the Florida keys. Then we'll be right in it."
"This is good enough for me," observed Henry. "If I only was sure that the old iron business, and my horse"
"Drop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "This is no time"
He ceased speaking, and arose to observe Widdy, who had stumped to the yacht's side, and was earnestly gazing at some object on the water.
"What is it?" demanded Dick, as he advanced to where the old sailor stood, bracing himself against the rail, for there, was quite a sea on.
"It's a small boat," was the reply, "and I think some one is in it."
"A small boat!" repeated Dick. "Wait and I'll get a glass."
"A boat," murmured Paul, as he came forward, while his chum hurried to the chart house. "Maybe there's been a wreck, and these are the survivors."
"Such things have happened," agreed Widdy. "Yes, it's a boat, sure enough," he added a moment later, as a small object was seen for an instant on the crest of a wave, and then disappeared in the trough of the sea.
Dick took a quick observation through the binoculars when the boat next rose, and immediately uttered a cry:
