she was, and they'll have more of a job to make her go along."
Night settled down gradually and found every heart full of serious speculation. Dick was especially affected, for he had hoped to see Dora rescued hours before.
"Goodness only knows where they will take her by morning!" he groaned. "I'd give almost anything to be at her side!"
With the going down of the sun the wind died away and the sails of the Searchlight flapped idly to and fro.
"Now it's a waiting game," announced Martin Harris. "If we can't move neither can they."
"Just the same, the Flyaway is turning out to sea!" cried Tom. "Now what can that mean?"
"That may be only a blind," said Carter.
"No, they are afraid of drifting on the sands," answered the skipper of the Searchlight. "I reckon we'll have to turn out, too," and he changed the course of the yacht.
Darkness found both boats far out on the Atlantic and almost out of sight of each other.
"This is maddening!" cried Dick. "Can't we row, or do something?"
"Rowing wouldn't count much, I'm afraid," laughed Martin Harris. "But don't fret. Un-
