"Sunrise," he said. "You said to call you."
"Right you are." Davis stood up and stretched his muscles. "Here, Teddy, wake up."
Gerrod stirred, and in a moment was awake. Davis deftly prepared coffee and sandwiches.
"Rescuers like ourselves need to be fed," he observed with a smile. "I wonder what is actually the matter with that person Morrison?"
"Millionaires are timid folk," Gerrod agreed. "I'll bet we've had a wild-goose chase."
"Funny, though," said Davis ruminatively. "People don't usually send out wild wireless messages like that. They probably ran into a big bunch of seaweed."
He bit into a sandwich. The two engineers, with complete democracy, were already eating. The man at the controls suddenly uttered an exclamation.
"What's the matter?" asked Davis quickly.
"Look out the window," said the pilot in a tone indicating that he could not believe his eyes.
Davis looked, and his month dropped partly open. Before them the white patch of light had turned golden and then yellow. A bank of clouds lay before them, behind which the sun was evidently hidden.