times, most folks look out for their own skins. Fact is, though, to an experienced pilot, there's not much danger if the velocity of the wind isn't greater than the speed of the motor."
When the party reached the house, Luke came out with the news that the coast guard, a short time before, had brought the report of the oncoming gale. While Turner made a rush for his wireless, the lads stopped to recount to their audience of one of the blood-curdling incident through which they had just passed.
"Got a message," announced Turner half an hour later. "Hardy hasn't been heard from yet, but there's nothing strange about that, as he hasn't had time to get to Kitty Hawk with the stops he had to make." His tone was a trifle disturbed. "There's something else," he continued. "Hatton's father's yacht is coming up the coast and trying to reach Hampton Roads ahead of the gale. He won't be able to stop anywhere. From the latitude given when the yacht wirelessed, she ought to pass us by early this evening."
For a moment the lads' faces fell as the yacht trip they had counted on went up in smoke.
