"I think it's getting stronger if
anything."
Meanwhile the little boat had been rolling and tossing, almost
helpless in the trough of the waves. Poor Fred was stretched out
at full length on the cushions and the ghastly expression of his
face indicated that he at least was not suffering from any fear
of the fate which might befall them. He had reached that stage in
his sickness wherein he was completely indifferent to his
surroundings.
Again and again the anxious boys did their utmost to discover the
cause of the trouble. They were unable to find any serious defect
with the machinery, however, and their anxiety steadily
increased. Several times the motor-boat shipped water and once or
twice she was thrown with such violence by the onrushing waves
that it did not seem possible she could again right herself.
The boys were now far from land, for only a dim outline of the
faraway shore could be seen. They had not taken the direct course
to Cape Vincent. Although they might have saved time by doing so,
it was considered safer to keep near the shore, although at no
place were they within three miles of it.
Another hour elapsed and still the wind continued strong. The sun
was shining brightly and the clouds scudding across the face of
the sky only occasionally concealed its beams.
The supreme hope in the minds of all had been that their
predicament would be discovered and that some one would come to
their aid.
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