It was not until thirty hours had gone by that the fog began to lift, raised by a gentle breeze which sent the Dashaway on her course as lively as ever before.
"Off once more!" shouted Bob. "Hurrah!" and the others joined in the cheer. It was calculated that two days more would bring them within eight of Porto Eico, at a point near Manati, a city located directly in the center of the northern coast, and but a few miles to the westward of San Juan.
But once again their hopes were doomed to disappointment. The wind lasted only until sunrise the next morning, then died out utterly, leaving the sun to boil down on the deck with more fierceness than it had shown for some time.
"Confound the luck!" growled Dick, as he gazed at the idle sails of his craft. "I wonder how long this is going to last.
"Why not whistle for a breeze," suggested Bob, slyly. "I've heard that will fetch it."
"All right, Bob, you whistle," replied Dick.
"I'll tell you what I'd like to do," said Don. "I'd like to take a swim before we go ashore at San Juan."
"Hurrah! just the thing!" cried Leander, throwing up his cap. "We'll all go in together!" And he rushed down to the cabin, to don his bathing trunks. All of the other boys followed, even Danny taking part.
