Frank had taken a careful observation, and announced that there did not
seem to be any reason why they should linger there longer. His chart
showed him a refuge some fifteen miles along the coast, to the east,
where they could run in should it be deemed necessary. If the weather
kept good they could speed another fifteen miles, and make a second
lagoon sheltered behind outlying islands.

These things are easy enough to plan. It sometimes happens, however, that
in attempting to carry them out a hitch occurs which no one has dreamed
possible. Now, it might come in the shape of sudden winds that kick up a
tremendous sea; again, there might be a breakdown of the motor, as may
happen with any boat, no matter how well built.

They made a flying start, and all the boys were thrilled when they found
themselves far out from land, and headed along the coast, toward the
east. Later on, of course, their line of travel would be south, as the
coast turned and they drew nearer to their destination, Cedar Keys.

Everything seemed to be working nicely, and they had soon put half a
dozen miles behind them. Frank was attending to the motor, while the
others lay about on the deck, watching the heavens or the surrounding
water.

Not a breath of wind seemed to be blowing, and the sun came down with
summer heat, causing coats to be discarded by all hands.

"Hey! What's that? Where's the blooming shore gone?" suddenly exclaimed
Bluff.

Frank raised his head at the cry.