“Not in the time we have. They can’t keep afloat much longer, recollect. What can be done? Is there no way we can help them?”
“Yes, there is.”
The words came quietly but in a decided tone from Dr. Perkins. Frank was the first to guess the import of the speech.
“The Sea Eagle!” he exclaimed excitedly.
Dr. Perkins nodded.
“Yes. Here is our chance to test her in the service of humanity. She is ready for flight this instant.”
“But in the darkness? How can we pick up this yacht?”
“By the searchlight. Most likely the yacht has rockets. When she sees our searchlight she will send some up. That will give us her bearings. The general location of the craft we know.”
“Are we all to go?” demanded Pudge.
“Hardly,” rejoined his father, slipping into an overcoat, for the night was somewhat chilly, though the air was calm. “Frank and Harry, I need you two. You others await our return. Have hot coffee and food ready, as the survivors may be in need of nourishment.”