"The Grotkau was just a fair distance south, an' one by one she ran
up the three red lights in a vertical line - the sign of a steamer
not under control.
"'Yon's a tow for us,' said Bell, lickin' his chops. 'She'll be
worth more than the Breslau. We'll go down to her, McPhee!'
"'Bide a while,' I said. 'The seas fair throng wi' ships here.'
"'Reason why,' said Bell. 'It's a fortune gaun beggin'. What d'
ye think, man?'
"'Gie her till daylight. She knows we're here. If Bannister needs
help he'll loose a rocket.'
"'Wha told ye Bannister's need? We'll ha' some rag-an'-bone tramp
snappin' her up under oor nose,' said he; an' he put the wheel over.
We were goin' slow.
"'Bannister wad like better to go home on a liner an' eat in the
saloon. Mind ye what they said o' Holdock & Steiner's food that
night at Radley's? Keep her awa', man - keep her awa'. A tow's a
tow, but a derelict's big salvage.'
"'E-eh! 'said Bell. 'Yon's an inshot o' yours, Mac. I love ye like
a brother. We'll bide whaur we are till daylight'; an' he kept her
awa'.
"Syne up went a rocket forward, an' twa on the bridge, an' a blue
light aft. Syne a tar-barrel forward again.
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