[CHAPTER XIII]
THE SUBMARINE AGAIN
“That’s a boat from the Hassen, all right!”
It was Bob Baker who spoke, and his remark was made as the airship neared the small craft heaving up and down on the billows.
“What makes you think so?” asked Jerry, who was at the wheel of the Comet, directing her course toward the little boat they had sighted some time before.
“I can make out the name painted on the bows,” replied the stout youth, who was peering through a powerful telescope. “I can see the word ‘Hassen’ as plainly as anything.”
“Can you see anyone in the boat? That’s the most important thing,” rejoined Ned, who was standing by, ready to release the hydroplanes when Jerry should give the word.
“No, I can’t make out anyone,” said Bob, and his voice was not very hopeful. And then something of the spirit of his chum seemed to enter his soul, for he added in more hopeful tones: “But then, if it’s the boat my uncle and cousin were in they may be lying down, under a piece of canvas, or something like that. There’s a mass of something in the middle of the boat.”
“That’s the way to talk!” exclaimed Jerry. “We’ll just hope they’re in it until we get up to it and find out they’re not.”