They stood up and did another dance. As they watched the eye grew larger. Directly the form of a phantom-like ship came into view. About the great, green eye there bobbed small yellow dots. The wanderers could hear a far-away creaking of unseen tackle and flapping of shadowy sails. There came the melody of the waters as the ship's prow thrust its way. The tall man delivered an oration. "Ha!" he exclaimed, "here come our rescuers. The brave fellows! How I long to take the manly captain by the hand! You will soon see a white boat with a star on its bow drop from the side of yon ship. Kind sailors in blue and white will help us into the boat and conduct our wasted frames to the quarter-deck, where the handsome, bearded captain, with gold bands all around, will welcome us. Then in the hard-oak cabin, while the wine gurgles and the Havanas glow, we'll tell our tale of peril and privation." The ship came on like a black hurrying animal with froth-filled maw. The two wanderers stood up and clasped hands. Then they howled out a wild duet that rang over the wastes of sea. The cries seemed to strike the ship. Men with boots on yelled and ran about the deck. They picked up heavy articles and threw them down. They yelled more. After hideous creakings and flappings, the vessel stood still. In the meantime the wanderers had been chanting their song for help. Out in the blackness they beckoned to the ship and coaxed. A voice came to them. "Hello," it said. They puffed out their cheeks and began to shout. "Hello! Hello! Hello!" "Wot do yeh want?" said the voice. The two wanderers gazed at each other, and sat suddenly down on the raft. Some pall came sweeping over the sky and quenched their stars. But almost the tall man got up and brawled miscellaneous information. He stamped his foot, and frowning into the night, swore threateningly. The vessel seemed fearful of these moaning voices that called from a hidden cavern of the water. And now one voice was filled with a menace. A number of men with enormous limbs that threw vast shadows over the sea as the lanterns flickered, held a debate and made gestures. Off in the darkness, the tall man began to clamor like a mob. The freckled man sat in astounded silence, with his legs weak. After a time one of the men of enormous limbs seized a rope that was tugging at the stem and drew a small boat from the shadows. Three giants clambered in and rowed cautiously toward the raft. Silver water flashed in the gloom as the oars dipped. About fifty feet from the raft the boat stopped. "Who er you?" asked a voice. The tall man braced himself and explained. He drew vivid pictures, his twirling fingers illustrating like live brushes. "Oh," said the three giants. The voyagers deserted the raft. They looked back, feeling in their hearts a mite of tenderness for the wet planks. Later, they wriggled up the side of the vessel and climbed over the railing. On deck they met a man.