said Martin Harris. "In the meantime, I'll see what I can do with a lantern and a tin reflector. Sometimes you can see a white sail putty good with a tin reflector."
He hurried to the deck again, and Sam, who was not much interested in electricity, followed him. One of the best of the yacht's lanterns was polished up to the last degree, and they also polished the metal reflector until it shone like a newly coined silver piece.
"That's a good light!" cried Sam, when it was lit up. "Where will you place it?"
"Up at the top of the mast," answered the old sailor. "I'll show you."
It took some time to adjust the lantern just right, but this accomplished they found that they could see for a distance of a hundred yards or more.
"I see the sail!" announced Harris. "Don't you—just over our port bow?"
"I see it," answered Sergeant Brown. "Not very far off either."
Without delay the course of the Searchlight was changed so that she was headed directly for the Flyaway.
"Keep off!" was the cry out of the darkness. "Keep off, or it will be the worse for you!"
"You may as well give up," shouted back the
