The boys were now far from land, for only a dim outline of the
faraway shore could be seen. They had not taken the direct course
to Cape Vincent. Although they might have saved time by doing so,
it was considered safer to keep near the shore, although at no
place were they within three miles of it.

Another hour elapsed and still the wind continued strong. The sun
was shining brightly and the clouds scudding across the face of
the sky only occasionally concealed its beams.

The supreme hope in the minds of all had been that their
predicament would be discovered and that some one would come to
their aid. The shore, however, was so far distant that it was
vain to expect help from that direction and on the other hand
most of the boats, whose courses were marked by trails of smoke,
were so far away that it was almost impossible for them to
discern the drifting motor-boat.


CHAPTER XI

RESCUED

No change occurred for another hour in the position in which the
boys found themselves. Fred still was lying helpless on the
cushions and the boys by taking turns or working together at the
wheel had somehow, in spite of numerous moments of peril, been
able to keep the Black Growler headed to the wind.

At that time George broke in upon the silence by saying