The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 167 pages of information about The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf.

The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 167 pages of information about The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf.

“So say we all of us,” declared Bluff, who had overheard the question.

“Besides, I think it wise that we stick together.  If anything should happen that we couldn’t come back here, it wouldn’t matter much.  You see, we’ve been able to tumble most of our stuff aboard in a scramble.  It can be straightened out as we go.  All ready, Jerry?” questioned Frank, as the other gave a shout.

“All ready!  Get aboard, and start her.  It’s light enough to see, now.  Oh!  I only hope we can find the professor!” cried Jerry as he embarked.

“If Fortune is kind, we must, boys.  Now we’re off!”

With these words, firmly spoken, Frank opened up, and the power-boat began to move through the water.  Fortunately, it was deep in this shelter, so that they could make decent speed from the beginning.  Had they anchored in such a shallow bayou as their last stopping place, it must have taken an hour to get clear of the various oyster bars, running out in finger-like ridges from the shore.

Presently they cleared the point of land marking the upper end of the sheltering key, and the limitless gulf lay before them.

Morning was now rapidly advancing.  The far eastern heavens had begun to take on a beautiful rosy flush, such as can be seen in no place in the wide world to better advantage than in Florida, of a winter’s morning.

Every eye was instantly engaged in scouring that expanse of water, searching eagerly for a sign of the castaway balloonists.  Frank even had his marine glasses leveled, and, first of all, scanned the horizon, hoping that possibly the air craft might have been able to keep afloat thus far through strenuous methods known to such a veteran sky pilot as the professor.

He was disappointed, however, for the only things that met his gaze were a few white gulls.

“What’s that floating on the water over yonder, Frank?” demanded sharp-eyed Will, pointing down the coast a little.

A thrill passed through every heart.  Had the lost air voyagers been sighted, and would they be rescued, after all?

Frank had his glasses focussed upon the object almost instantly.

“Too bad, fellows!  Only a bunch of brown pelicans floating on the sea and waiting until breakfast time comes around,” he said at once.

A chorus of remarks indicative of disappointment followed.  Meantime, as the speed of the boat was rushed up to near the limit of twelve miles, and they fairly flew over the comparatively smooth gulf, each boy continued to scan the water, hoping to be the first to report success.

“How long since they passed over, do you think?” asked practical Bluff.

“I should say all of an hour,” was Frank’s ready response.

“One good thing, there wasn’t any sort of a breeze.  If it had been blowing fairly hard, the balloon would be twenty miles away by now, even if afloat.”

“That’s a fact Bluff; and as there wasn’t an air current of more than a few miles an hour, one thing seems positive.”

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