Up, up, she went, and rose from the depths into the night air. Above was the moonlit sky. All around them was the storm-swept but calm sea.
Instinctively all looked for the lights of the Belden.
But even to the horizon they were not to be seen.
The ship must have been driven many miles from her course.
Here was a predicament. Captain Uriah was disposed to regard it seriously, but Frank said:
“I should not worry at all. There is not the slightest doubt but that she will return here. It is her best and only course.”
“Certainly it seems so!” agreed the captain; “that is if those lubbers will have the good sense.”
“But will they not? Have you not a competent crew?”
“I think so.”
“Then do not worry any more about it.”