Frank was in vain endeavouring to think what course had best be taken, if the search for the men of the phantom turned out unavailing.

George was brooding over the old wrong he had suffered, and longing to avenge that and the present one.
"Thank God, the night is over," Frank said at last; "and I have thoroughly tired myself.

I have thought until I am stupid.

Now I will lie down on one of the sofas, and perhaps I may forget it all for a few hours." Sleep, however, did not come to him, and at seven o'clock he was on deck again.
"The men went ashore at six, sir," the skipper said.

"I expect they will be back again before long." Ten minutes later the dinghy came out between two yachts ahead.
"Rawlins is not on board," the skipper said, as they came close.