For two days the Tartar cruised about on her strange quest, and when the third evening came, with the sun setting behind a bank of slate-colored clouds, Cora said to Jack:
"It looks like a storm."
"You're right, Sis," he agreed. And, I even as he spoke, there came a strange moaning of the wind, which sprang up suddenly, whipping feathers of foam from the crests of the oily waves.
At the same moment, Joe, who had come up from the motor room for a breath of fresh air, cried out:
"Sail ho!"
CHAPTER XXVI
THE PURSUIT
"What is it?" cried Cora, as she came up from the little dining cabin, where she and the other girls had been "doing" the dishes.
"A small steamer, Miss," answered the engineer of the Tartar. "I can't just make out what she is—sort of misty and hazy just now."
"She seems to be headed this way, too," spoke Bess, who had joined Cora on the little deck. "Oh, but doesn't the weather look queer?"