Frank had a glass at hand, and he quickly took a survey of the flying sailboat.
"Sure as you are born!" he cried. "That is the very boat! How in the name of all that is wonderful does she stand up under that spread of sail?"
"Don't ask me," grunted Bruce. "I didn't suppose she could carry half as much."
"Look at the speed of her!" exclaimed Hodge.
"There's only one man in the boat, is there, Merry?" asked Bruce.
"I believe there is," said Frank. "Our friend with the crooked eye is steering."
"I don't see anybody else."
"Because the other person is keeping out of sight."
"What?"