"Help! Help!" echoed Sandy in a weak, despairing voice.
No answer came back, except the scream of a great blue heron which, alarmed by their cries, arose and flapped lazily out of the slough.
CHAPTER XI.
OUT OF THE DARK.
"It's no use. They are too fast for us."
Jeff Trulliber spoke from the bridge of the Sea Ranger, some hours after the chase across the waters of Lake Huron had begun.
"It does look that way," said Tom, with a sigh, gazing after the cloud of smoke on the horizon which, fast as the Sea Ranger was urged, never appeared to get any closer.
"The rascals!" exclaimed Professor Podsnap, shaking his fist at the smoke cloud.
The events of the past few hours had transformed the man of science from an abstracted, dreamy individual, into quite a warlike, ferocious being. He could talk of nothing but the vengeance he would like to wreak on Walstein and Dampier had he them in his power.
"Dinnah am sub'bed! Dinnah am sub'bed! Dinnah am sub'bed!"