On went the flying machine, and they heard the marines shout up to them, and saw them beckoning, but they paid no heed to the calls.
The airship soon faded from the view of those below, and went scouring along the coast for the next few days in quest of the Golden Lion.
Unfortunately, though, they did not see her.
A number of ships were encountered, but the vessels they sought were not among them.
One morning, at breakfast, Frank said:
“It is my opinion that Captain Diavolo has taken fright, and intends to hide until we’re gone.”
“’Deed it looks dat way,” Pomp asserted.
“What shall we do then?” queried Zamora, in troubled tones, for his mind was constantly harassed by the fear that some harm had befallen his little boy.
“I’m going back to the town,” said Frank, thoughtfully.
“Shure, we’ll foind no wan there,” Barney replied.