The sight of these vessels moving, however, raised their drooping spirits, Bob and Dick thinking that the wind by and by would affect them, too.
But no breeze came; and all the while they were being carried further and further out to sea.
"Hallo, there's a steamer!" sang out Bob after another protracted silence between the pair.

"I see her smoke easily.

She's steering right for us!" "Where ?" asked Dick.

"I doesn't see no steamer, Master Bob." "There!" said the other, pointing to a long white line on the horizon.
"There she is, blowing off her steam, or her funnel smoking, quite plain!" "Lor', Master Bob!" ejaculated the other, after peering fixedly for a moment where his companion directed him to look.

"That arn't no steam or smoke as ever I seed.