"Sure we will," added Joe. "Can you see the vessel?" he asked, peering eagerly into the spume and spray.
"Maybe she's drifted far enough up by now," went on the coast guard, as he looked intently in the direction he had pointed. "Yes," he cried a moment later, "I can catch glimpses of her at times, when the waves go down a bit. See! There she is now!"
Looking in the direction the guard pointed, Blake and Joe caught a glimpse of a distant black object rising and falling at the mercy of the wind and waves. It was the hull of a vessel, and when Blake used the glass the guard handed him a moment later, he could see the jagged stumps of broken masts.
"She's in a bad way," remarked the lad, gravely.
"Indeed she is," assented the life saver.
"I wonder if my father is in any such storm as this, on his way to China?" mused Joe, as he, too, looked through the binoculars.
"It's a bad storm—and a big one, too," said the guard. "But I must hurry on and give the alarm to the fishermen. The ship will strike soon, and we want to send a line aboard if we can."
"Wait!" cried Blake, as the man started off. "We'll tell the fishermen. You can go back to
