"I don't know, but I should think, that if she was on her way north, from South America, she'd pass on the side of the island on which we now are."
"That's right," agreed Captain Mentor. "She'll come up from over there," and he pointed across the ocean directly in front of the shacks and camp.
"Then I'm going to see if I can't be the first to sight her lights, declared Mr. Damon.
"She can't possibly get here inside of a day, according to what the operator said," declared Tom.
"Wire them to put on all the speed they can,'* urged the eccentric man.
"No, don't waste any more power or energy than is needed," suggested Mr. Hosbrook. "You may need the gasolene before we are rescued. They are on their way, and that is enough for now."
The others agreed with this, and so Tom, after a final message to the operator aboard the Cambaranian stating that he would call him up in the morning, shut down the motor.
Mr. Damon took up his position where he could see far out over the ocean, but, as the young inventor had said, there was no possible chance of
