League after league of the coast was patrolled, and they finally reached the neighborhood of Florida.
Off one of the keys a ship was discerned one morning by the young inventor, who stood on deck.
He eagerly scrutinized it with a glass.
It was a small steamship flying the American flag.
“Zamora,” he called, quickly, “come out here!”
“Yes, senor; what do you wish?” asked the Mexican, emerging.
“Do you see that steamer?”
“Plainly, when there is a rift in the clouds.”
“Would you take her to be Captain Diavolo’s vessel?”
“By no means. The Snake is a larger boat.”