At eight o'clock Christchurch Head was abeam, distance two miles, with the needle-like shaft of Hurst High Light showing ahead against the sky.
"We'll do it if the breeze holds," declared Desmond. "How much petrol have we on board, Jock?"
"Three full tins and one about half full," replied Findlay.
"You took in enough while you were about it," commented the Patrol Leader.
"Nothing like being on the safe side," was Findlay's rejoinder.
"Look!" exclaimed Hayes, pointing to a craft about a mile on the starboard bow. "Isn't that the Olivette?"
"Believe it is," said Desmond, picking up his binoculars. Then, leaning over the companion, he announced:
"Olivette in sight, sir."
Mr. Graham, who was consulting a chart in the cabin, came on deck.
"She's spotted us," he exclaimed. "She's slowed down to have a run in company. Perhaps they've noticed our broken mast."