"There's a strong current runnin'," the captain returned, "and it's
likely to hold us in its clutch fer some time. The tide won't change
fer over an hour, and it's hard to tell where we'll be by that time.
Hello, what light's that up yonder?"

As the doctor looked he saw a bright glare in the distance, which was
becoming brighter every minute.

"It's coming toward us, anyway," was his comment. "What can it be!"

The captain made no reply for awhile, but stood very still, with his
eyes fixed upon the approaching light.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed. "It's that big tug which went up this
afternoon. She's lost one of her scows in this gale, and is now
lookin' fer it with her search-light out. It was the scow we struck.
I understand it all now. We ran right in front of it, and its big
flare of a bow caught our mast. Confound Bill Tobin! Why didn't he
take care of his scow?"

Tide, wind, and steam soon brought the tug near. Her search-light
swept the water in every direction, at times dazzling the eyes of the
two men in the yacht. At last it remained fixed full upon them,
showing that they were observed. In a few minutes the tug was
alongside.

"Hello, what's wrong?" came a deep gruff voice from the wheel-house.

"What's wrong with you, Bill Tobin?" Captain Josh asked in reply.