A watch was maintained for the steamer Red Star all night, and the engine of the clouds mounted higher to avoid a rain storm, and sped along on the course of European bound vessels.
Several craft were seen during the night.
But none was the steamer they sought.
On the following morning Pomp cooked a dainty breakfast for them and all hands went out on deck.
They were then over 500 miles from land.
Below them stretched an endless expanse of water, while above the sky was clear and blue.
Pomp had assumed control of the wheel, and the engine floated half a mile above the sea.
She was making eighty miles an hour, and going with a strong breeze from the southwest.
The detective was an inveterate smoker, and having lit a fragrant cigar, was puffing away at it.
“How far are we from the steamer?” he asked Frank.