“It’s a chance—and a bare chance—that we’re taking,” he said. “The only thing to do is to keep on.”
And keep on they did. All that night they circled about, taking watch-and-watch. The morning dawned, finding them far at sea, and without having sighted that which they sought.
It was toward the close of the second day when the professor, who was out on the rear deck, trying to capture a strange bug that had been following the airship, suddenly called:
“Look here, boys! What’s this? The submarine, or a wreck?”
The three rushed to his side, Jerry setting the automatic steerer as he left the pilot house. The professor pointed down toward the water.
There, rising and falling sluggishly on the surface, was some craft. And, at the sight of it Jerry cried:
“That’s no submarine! It’s a wreck, sure enough. A steamship, too. Maybe she’s the Hassen! We’ll soon find out!”