"In the pilot house. He'll be here in a moment."
Tom came in at that juncture, having set the automatic steering geer to take the ship on her homeward course.
"Are they all saved?" he asked, looking at the little group of persons who had climbed up from the motor boat. "Mr. Damon, you had better make some hot coffee. Koku, you help. I"
"Tom Swift!" cried out Mr. and Mrs. Illingway together, as they made a rush for the young inventor. "Don't you know us?"
To say that Tom was surprised at this, would be putting it mildly. He had to lean up against the side of the cabin for support.
"Mrs. Illingway!" he gasped. "You here—were you in that boat?"
"Yes, it's all very simple. My husband and I are on a vacation for a year. We got fever and had to leave Africa. We are staying with friends at a resort on the lake shore. These are our friends," she went on, introducing the other gentlemen.
"We went out for a trip in the motor boat," the missionary continued, "but we went too far. Our motor broke down, we could get no help, and the storm came up. We thought we were doomed, until we saw your lights. I guessed it
