"Which way, Jack?" called Frank.
"By Jove! You know as much about it as I do," was the reply. "I don't know where we are."
"Must be off to the left," declared Frank. "We'll steer that way, anyhow."
"All right," said Jack.
The engine began to sputter and directly the motorboat moved.
"We may as well go this way as another," Frank shouted to make himself heard. "It'll be daylight soon, anyhow, and we can probably pick up The Hawk."
"We'll go slowly, at all events," said Jack.
For half an hour the little craft forged slowly ahead, all three aboard keeping a sharp lookout for The Hawk.
Suddenly a breeze sprang up. It blew lightly at first and then with more and more violence.
"Looks like Lord Hastings' gale was about to materialize," shouted Jack.