Another day and they apparently owned the earth—at least from sunrise to sunset not a vessel was sighted going in any direction.
The spouting of whales, the gyrations of sharks indicated by the sword-like dorsal fin sticking out of the water, and such aquatic features were all that broke the monotony of the livelong day.
Roderic many times scanned the horizon ahead, and the sight of a distant steamer was enough to arouse his eager interest, for he could not get it out of his mind that the girl he so passionately loved was somewhere on that vast deep, and there was always a possibility of the speedy steam yacht overtaking the slower blockade runner.
Some people hang their faith on small things, lovers especially.
It is possible to find a needle in a haystack, and yet it would hardly pay one to devote a great length of time in the search.
However, lusty hope buoys the heart up, and often leads to wonderful accomplishments.
A change came in the weather.
One can not always expect favoring winds and clear skies on the fretful Atlantic—the storms will blow in summer as well as during the cold season.
Cleo had assured Roderic of her faith in the Dreadnaught as a stanch boat in case of rough weather.
He found the yacht more seaworthy than he had believed possible.