Suddenly a great shout arose.
"Wonder what's happened now?" remarked Mr. Pertell. He knew a moment
later, for the shout took to itself words:
"The ship!"
"The rescue ship!"
"There comes the _Bell_!"
Sweeping up through the mist came the ship that had responded to the
wireless calls for aid. On she came at full speed, and when she caught
sight of the _Tarsus_ she sent out a reassuring blast from her great
whistle. It was answered in kind.
"Now you're all right!" cried Captain Falcon over the side, to those in
the small boats. "Row the passengers over to her," he ordered the
sailors, "and then come back to your ship!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" was the answer. And be it said to the credit of those
sailors that not one of them shirked, or tried to desert, which might
have been easily forgiven in the face of the danger.
"I've got to get a picture of her!" cried Russ, as he focused the camera
on the oncoming ship. And a fine picture he obtained.
"Oh, now we're all right, Daddy!" cried Ruth, as she nestled close to her
father. Mr. DeVere had been allowed to go in the boat with his daughters,
as there was plenty of room, and all the other women had been provided
for.
"I wasn't worrying," declared Alice.
"Oh yes, it's easy to say that now," sighed Ruth. "But I'm sorry for poor
Captain Falcon.
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