"Then forward!" cried Joe, "and let us be thankful for such a deliverance."
"Forward!" repeated Andrew. "Surely no further dangers can threaten this vessel."
"None," declared the Major. "You may say that we're almost in home waters already. Let's ask the engineer to put on speed. It would be nice to lunch to-morrow over Old England."
But it was early morning two days later when Dick sighted the white cliffs of Dover, for a strong head-wind had made rapid travel difficult and undesirable.
"Port in sight, sir," he said, saluting the Commander.
"Then we'll send 'em a Marconi."
"To whom?" asked Joe, smiling now, for was not this a triumph?
"Er—well, why not to Mr. Carl Reitberg?" gurgled Dick. "Compliments, you know; happy greetings. Just arrived to claim that money, and sorry about that fellow you sent to see us off the St. Laurence."
"Send this," said Andrew, laughing at the midshipman. "Great airship in sight of England. Making for London where all may see her. Owners present hundred thousand pounds deposited by Carl Reitberg to hospitals."
"And the ship?" demanded the Major.