He stood up on a forward locker, and, taking the captain's glasses, slowly swept them around the sky-line.
Was it imagination, or did he really see some small black object off to the left?
His heart beat fast, and his nerves were throbbing so he could not hold the glasses steady.
Captain Spark roused himself from a brief nap.

He saw what Bob was doing.
"See anything ?" he asked listlessly.
"I don't know--I'm not sure--there's something off there that looks like----" "Let me take the glasses!" cried the commander.
He fairly snatched them from the boy.

With his trained vision he looked long where Bob pointed.

Then he cried: "Thank God! There's a boat coming toward us.

I think we're saved! There are natives in it, but they don't seem to have any weapons! I believe they're from the big island.