For an hour I saw nothing but the naked, desolate sea.

And then, where a vagrant shaft of sunlight struck the ocean and turned its surface to wrathful silver, I caught a small black speck thrust skyward for an instant and swallowed up.

I waited patiently.

Again the tiny point of black projected itself through the wrathful blaze a couple of points off our port-bow.

I did not attempt to shout, but communicated the news to Wolf Larsen by waving my arm.