tting old, I guess. Never
happened before."

"Here," said Jack, "you come forward with me and rest awhile. You're
about done up."

The sailor protested; but Jack had his way, and a few moments later, in
the little cabin, Edwards was fast asleep. Jack returned aft to discuss
the situation with Frank.

"Well, what now?" asked the latter. "Where are we going to find Lord
Hastings?"

"I imagine the best thing for us," said Jack, "is to return to Bantry
Bay. If _The Hawk_ weathered the storm, Lord Hastings will put in
sometime to-day."

"I suppose that is best," agreed Frank. "Let's be on the move."

The head of the motorboat was brought about, and gaining his bearings
from a compass in the cabin, Jack shaped his course.

"A four or five hour run," he said to Frank, in giving him the proper
directions.

He glanced at his watch. "Six o'clock. Well, we shall be there before
noon, anyhow."

He returned to his place at the engine and the motorboat headed toward
the British coast.

CHAPTER XI.

ON THE HUNT.

"Isn't that _The Hawk_?"

It was Jack who spoke. He had left his engine and made his way aft, for
he had caught sight of another craft in the distance.

Frank peered ahead.

"I should say it was built along the same lines as _The Hawk_," he
replied, "but what's the matter with her?"

Something was wrong, as both boys could see. The craft ahead, whether
_The Hawk_ or not they could not yet distinguish, was plainly in
distress. She wallowed in the sea, apparently without a hand to guide
her.

"Something wrong aboard, sure," declared Frank. "Little more speed,
Jack."

Jack sprang back to his engine and soon the motorboat was dashing
through the water at full speed.

Jack left the engine to run itself and made his way forward as far as
possible, where he stood gazing at the craft ahead. At last he was able
to make out the name of the craft.

"_The Hawk_!" he cried.

It was _The Hawk_ and she was plainly in distress. As the boys drew
nearer, they were unable to make out a sign of life aboard.

"Maybe they have all been washed overboard," Frank called to Jack.

Jack made no reply. He had begun to fear so himself.

Suddenly he uttered a loud cry.

"I can see some one aboard," he cried. "He's stretched out on the deck.
Looks like he might be dead."

"Who is it?" Frank shouted back.

"I can't make out yet."

He peered forward eagerly and anxiously; and five minutes later he cried
out a