ON THE HUNT.
"Isn't that The Hawk?"
It was Jack who spoke. He had left his engine and made his way aft, for he had caught sight of another craft in the distance.
Frank peered ahead.
"I should say it was built along the same lines as The Hawk," he replied, "but what's the matter with her?"
Something was wrong, as both boys could see. The craft ahead, whether The Hawk or not they could not yet distinguish, was plainly in distress. She wallowed in the sea, apparently without a hand to guide her.
"Something wrong aboard, sure," declared Frank. "Little more speed, Jack."
Jack sprang back to his engine and soon the motorboat was dashing through the water at full speed.
Jack left the engine to run itself and made his way forward as far as possible, where he stood gazing at the craft ahead. At last he was able to make out the name of the craft.
"The Hawk!" he cried.