All looked with feverish anxiety, but in silence.None dared give expression to the thoughts which came to the minds of all.
The corvette approached to within two cables'lengths of the object.
A shudder ran through the whole crew. That flag was the American flag
At this moment a perfect howling was heard; it was the brave J. T. Maston who had just fallen all in a heap. Forgetting on the one hand that his right arm had been replaced by an iron hook, and on the other that a simple gutta-percha cap covered his brain-box, he had given himself a formidable blow.
