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A LITTLE smudge of smoke far away to the south, sent Jim Steele racing away on a fool's errand, for the ship proved to be nothing more interesting than a fruit-boat which had ignored his wireless inquiry because the only man who operated the instrument was asleep in his bunk.
Jim saw the character of the ship when he was within two miles of it, and banked over, cutting a diagonal course north-west.