K the sun, until it was now not more than half an hour above the
horizon, if its stay could be measured
in the way of minutes and seconds. Oh! if only the friendly tug would
come in sight amidst
the foam-crested waves! It was really getting to be too much of a
good thing, trying to keep the hydroplane from keeling over, with
those waves breaking against the frail planes.
If this kept up much longer, Frank
was very much afraid that Percy Carberry would not be the only boy in
Bloomsbury to mourn
the loss of an airship. When, therefore,
Andy gave a sudden shout, and announced
that he believed he had seen the smoke of the
tug wreathing above the waves,
all of them looked considerably relieved, even Casper himself; for on
second
thoughts the yeggman must have decided that it was better to be alive
and in prison, than dead, and under the waters of Lake Ontario. In
five minutes they could all see the smokestack of the powerful tug,
and for fear lest it should pass by and not do them any good they
shouted hoarsely in unison. "They hear us!" exclaimed Andy, whose
position, somehow, allowed him to see better
than any of the others, "yes, they've changed their course, and are
heading this
way now. It's all right, Frank; we've won out, I guess!" But Frank
was keeping an eye on the two men. He did not mean to give them even
the slightest chance to play a trick
in the eleventh
hour. Frank
Bird was a pretty hard fellow to catch napping, he usually had his
eyes open, and especially when he knew there was danger around.
The tug came booming on, and they could see that there were quite a
number of people aboard. "What if some of them are from
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