“Yes; that’s the way it looks.”
“And while we are wasting time here she is heading down the river for the open sea,” groaned Harry.
“Can’t we wireless to New Orleans and find out?” asked Pudge.
“That’s a mighty good idea, Pudge,” said his father, “but the set we have on the Sea Eagle wouldn’t carry as far as that.”
“Then let’s get on board again and fly back as quickly as possible. We are only wasting time here,” said Frank.
His suggestion was quickly acted upon, and the voyagers reëmbarked. They were a very different party from the pleasantly excited expedition that had set out that morning so full of hope and enterprise. Frank alone kept up his spirits. He sat constantly at the wireless as they winged their way back to New Orleans, incessantly trying to get into communication.
At last he caught the operator of the Harbor Master’s office. Instantly he flashed his query:
“Did Buenos Aires sail this a. m.?”
“Yes. Ship sailed early to-day.”
“Where will she be now?”