“A queer little chap,” mused Dave. “Guess I’ll never see him again.”
“And I certainly hope I never shall,” voiced the other, with a growl.
When the two arrived at the wharf an amazing howl of dismay from Victor was Dave Brandon’s first intimation that something extraordinary had happened.
The “Fearless” was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER VII
DESERTED
Victor stared at Dave in unconcealed astonishment.
“Hello! What do you think of that, Brandon?” he gasped. “The yacht has actually gone off without me.”
“Of course not, Vic!”
“Perhaps it’s right before my eyes—only I can’t see it?” exclaimed Victor, witheringly. “Or maybe you think Uncle Ralph is putting the ‘Fearless’ through some funny capers a mile up in the sky?”
“It’s a kind of puzzle, I’ll admit. But——”