"It is going to be an awful night," said Dora. "I don't see how anybody could follow this houseboat in such a storm."
Both girls felt like crying, but did their best to hold back the tears. Each was tired out by the doings of the day gone by, but neither thought of going to sleep.
The lanterns had been lit, and both Baxter and Flapp stationed themselves at the front of the houseboat, in an endeavor to pierce the mist. Occasionally they made out some distant light, but could not tell where it belonged.
"We ought to be getting to somewhere pretty soon," remarked Lew Flapp, after a couple of hours had passed. "Don't you think we had better turn her in toward shore?'"
"Not yet, Flapp; we ought to place as much distance as possible between the boat and Skemport. Remember, those Rovers will be after us hot-footed when once they learn the truth of the situation."
"Do you know anything about the river around here?"
"A little, but not much. Do you know anything?"
"No,—I never cared for geography," answered Flapp. "It's getting as black as pitch, and the rain—Hullo, there's another light!"
Flapp pointed to the Kentucky side of the river. Through the mist appeared a dim light, followed by another.
"Wonder if that is the shore or a boat?" mused Baxter.