In a remarkably short space of time all the fugitives had boarded the vessel, and she sped away.
After her flew the Jove.
But the fog swallowed the pirate cruiser, and it melted from view and was not seen again.
Frank was bitterly disappointed.
“I’ll hunt for that ship till I find her!” he exclaimed.
CHAPTER IX.
THE END OF ONE OF THE SHIPS.
“She’s gone!”
Frank’s words wrung a groan of anguish from Zamora, and the declining sun lent the Mexican’s face a haggard look.
“Poor little Leon!” he muttered, tremulously. “Shall we never save you from the clutches of that incarnate fiend?”
Barney felt sorry for the man.