"No, no! I said to the left. You're putting me to the right."
"Oh, so I am. I was watching that storm. I don't like the looks of things, Russ. I believe we're going to be in for it sooner than they thought."
"It does look as though it were going to burst," Russ agreed, as he looked up from the "finder" of his machine long enough to take a glimpse at the weather. "Mr. Pertell said he'd signal us with a flag when he thought we had enough, but I don't see anything of a signal, do you?"
"No," answered the gloomy actor, who had not been needed in the present scenes. "And I wish I could see it. It's getting too rough out here for me, even if we have a good boat," and he adjusted the gasoline feed to give a little more power to the engine.
"Well, it's getting almost too dark to get any more pictures, anyhow," Russ declared. "We sure are in for a blow. It's coming up fast too. We'd better get back to the ship without waiting for a signal. They may have hoisted one, that we didn't see."
"That's it, I think!" cried the other. "Say, where is the schooner, anyhow?"
Russ, who was taking the tripod from his camera looked up quickly.
"Why, can't you see her?" asked the young operator.
"No, and I don't believe you can, either, nor can your camera find her. She's disappeared!"
"Disappeared? Nonsense!" Russ cried. "It's just that the sea mist has come up and hidden her. It will blow away in a moment. Say, but it is getting rough!"