CHAPTER XII.--THROUGH THE NIGHT.
Up and out into the night winged the great sea-and-air craft, thepowerful motors working without a skip, and the propellers beating theair with a noise like the drone of a mastadonic bee--or moreappropriately, night beetle. Above shone the stars, steady points ofbrightness in the dark blue canopy of heavens; below stretched thesilent, empty sea, heaving gently. The air was calm and still, and the_Sea Eagle_ cleaved her way through it powerfully. Dr. Perkins set thecourse at due southeast, and kept a careful eye on the compass.
"What speed are we making?" shouted Frank presently.
The inventor glanced at the aerial speed meter, a device of his owninvention.
"Close to fifty," he shouted back, for, owing to the roar of the enginesand propellers, it was necessary to raise the voice in speaking to anyone at a distance.
"Then we should be in the vicinity in half an hour?"
"Yes; that is unless----"
But Dr. Perkins broke off abruptly. The _Sea Eagle_ had now attained aheight of some five hundred feet, at which altitude he intended to keepthe craft till they reached the vicinity of the disabled yacht.
The cause of the sudden breaking off of his shouted remarks was this:Without the slightest warning the _Sea Eagle_ gave a sickening dipdownward, and rushed toward the sea; or rather, to those in the fallingship, it seemed as if the sea was racing up devouringly toward them.
"Gracious, what's happened?" shouted Harry.
But Frank was too busy with the engine to answer just then.
"Power! Give me lots of power!" yelled Dr. Perkins.
But although Frank instantly opened up the motor to its full capacity oftwo thousand revolutions a minute, the downward rush still continued.
"The sea! We'll be plunged into the sea!" cried Harry, in alarm,gripping a side support.
Indeed there appeared to be good cause for his apprehension, for the_Sea Eagle_ was falling like a stone flung into space. All this, ofcourse, took place in far less time than it takes to describe or to readit. In fact, hardly had Harry shouted his fears before the _Sea Eagle's_"hull"--as we must call the hydroplane part of the craft--struck thewater, and a huge cloud of spray flew high on either side.
But instead of diving, the _Sea Eagle_ shot forward over the waves,gliding over their tops for some time before Frank shut off the motor.Even then such was the "shooting" velocity gained, that the _Sea Eagle_still continued to scoot along until the young engineer, in response toDr. Perkins' instructions, reversed her propellers, and thus brought thecraft to a speedy standstill.
"What on earth happened?" demanded Frank anxiously, as the _Sea Eagle_lay still, bobbing up and down on the gentle swell.
"We struck an air pocket. An empty hole in space where there was noether to support us," explained Dr. Perkins.
"Gracious; I thought we were goners," cried Harry, still a little shakyover the fearful sensation of the fall.
"Had the _Sea Eagle_ been of different construction we should have divedas straight to the bottom as a loon," said the inventor, "but thespoonlike construction of the bow allowed me to handle her so that,instead of the impulse of the fall being downward, it was diverted intoa forward movement along the surface."
"Shall we go up again?" asked Frank, after a hasty examination had beenmade to ascertain if anything had parted or snapped under the strain ofthe suddenly arrested tumble through the air pocket.
"Yes. We had better lose as little time as possible," was the rejoinder."If you are ready, start the engine up, and we will try a flight fromthe surface of the water."
"You want full power?" asked Frank.
"Yes; but start up gently at first, gradually increasing to topvelocity. I think, however, that we shall leave the water at about 1,500revolutions a minute."
The next minute the roar of the newly started engine prevented furtherconversation. In order to develop every ounce of power of which themotor was capable Frank had opened the muffler cut-out, and the uproarwas terrific. Spurts of greenish flame spouted from the exhausts, andthe acrid smell of burning oil and gasolene filled the air. To any oneless accustomed than the Boy Aviators to the uproar of aerial motors,the noise would have been alarming to say the least. They, however, weretoo much used to such scenes to pay any attention to it.
Faster and faster the _Sea Eagle_ sped over the waves, till her keelbarely touched the tips of the swells. Then suddenly the jerky motionceased, and the craft, buoyed by its wings, began to soar upward in asteadily increasing gradient. Before ten minutes had passed they wereonce more on an even keel at a five-hundred-feet altitude, and bearingsteadily for the southwest.
Frank looked at his watch.
"We ought to be getting pretty close to that yacht by now," he remarkedto Harry, who had seated himself at his side, and was assisting inattending to the lubrication and watching of the motor.
"I'll keep a sharp lookout," rejoined Harry; "they surely ought to hearthe noise of our motor and send up a rocket or wave lights, orsomething, if they are in the vicinity.
"That's just what I think. Keep your eyes open while I watch theengine."
Harry peered out into the night, but as far as he could see nothingappeared but the reflection of the stars in the water to relieve itsblackness.
"I can't see anything yet," he said, after a while.
"Just keep on looking," rejoined Frank; "there's a chance that they mayhave drifted from the position they gave us."
"Well, in any case it would have been impossible for us to fly direct tothe spot," rejoined Harry; "this thing is a good deal like looking for aneedle in a haystack, to my way of thinking."
"I'm not so sure of that. If they are anywhere within five or six milesthey must hear the beat of our motor."
"Wonder why Dr. Perkins doesn't switch on the searchlight. Hullo, thereit goes now."
As Harry spoke, a fan-shaped ray of brilliant white light cut the nightin front of the _Sea Eagle_, like a radiant sword. Hither and thither itswept over the dark sea; but it revealed nothing. All at once Dr.Perkins shut the searchlight off.
"If they have seen it they will reply in some way," he shouted inexplanation to the boys. "Keep a bright lookout for an answer. I'll keepthe _Sea Eagle_ swinging in circles. We have been doing thirty miles anhour, and even allowing for the delay when we struck the air pocket weought to be in the disabled yacht's vicinity by this time."
As the searchlight was extinguished Harry peered out into the darknesswith straining eyes. Suddenly he gave a shout and clutched Frank's arm.
"What's that," he shouted, "that light off there to the south?"
"It's a lantern," cried Frank; "somebody's waving it."
Dr. Perkins confirmed Frank's supposition, and the _Sea Eagle_, on hererrand of rescue, was headed for the swinging pin-point of light in thedistance.
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