If it was a boat, it showed no light.

Anxiously the boys watched, and after a few minutes Steve announced with quiet triumph: "We're pulling up on her, fellows, whoever she is!" "She's the _Follow Me_," declared Harry Corwin.

"She must be, or she wouldn't be running without lights." "We'll know before long," said Steve.

"I wish the moon would stay out a little longer, though.

Joe, try the searchlight and see if you can pick her up." But the craft ahead was a good mile away and the _Adventurer's_ small searchlight was not powerful enough to bridge that distance with its white glare.