“Be heavens, he’s as slippery as an eel!” groaned the Celt.
“Stop the engine and retrace your course!”
“Is it a sarch fer him yez would have me make?”
“By all means. Drop her down near the sea.”
“May the aould Nick floy away wid there spalpeen.”
“By an effective use of the searchlight we may find him.”
“You kape watch, Masther Frank.”
Barney lowered the engine and flashed the light down on the sea, the surface of which he swept with it.
Armed with a powerful glass Frank scanned the water everywhere the light struck.
Although they searched and searched everywhere until it was time to arouse the others to relieve them, they failed to find any trace of the missing man.