"
"It will not take long," declared the young engineer. "It's only a few
miles."
The Ripper proved worthy of her name, for she fairly "ripped" through
the waves, and, in a short time, was so close to the derelict that
they had to slow up.
"Put us up under the port quarter," advised Mr. De Vere. "Luckily
there is not much of a swell on, and we can easily get aboard as she
sets low in the water. She must be leaking."
With skillful hand Ned brought the motor boat alongside. The anchor
chains were hanging low from the hawse holes and as they approached
Jerry prepared to catch hold and swing himself up. He had reached out
his hand, and was just going to grasp the links, when, from the deck
of the deserted brig there came savage growls and barks. Jerry jumped
back in alarm and Ned, who had jammed a boat hook in the side of the
brig, to hold the Ripper steady, looked up.
"It's dogs!" he cried. "Two of 'em!"
As he spoke two savage looking creatures thrust their heads up over
the low rail. They were large dogs, of the wolf-hound variety; great
shaggy creatures, and they growled in a menacing manner.
"They must have left the dogs aboard when they so strangely deserted
the ship," said Mr. De Vere. "I suppose they're glad to see us. They
must be lonesome. Try again, Jerry. I would, if I had the use of my
two arms."
Once more Jerry prepared to ascend by means of the chains, but the
dogs almost leaped over the rail at him, showing their teeth, while
the hair on as much of their backs as could be seen stood up in
ridges.
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