“Just think of it, Helen!” he cried. “The captain here tells me that the next morning after the tug-boat came out to meet him, he saw her, with his glass, tossing about on the waves a long way off. He knew she must have been blown out to sea by the storm, and he kept watch on her. She was so far away that the people on board of her could not have seen his vessel if they had not a good ship’s glass. He was sure she was disabled, and would have gone to her assistance if he had not been disabled himself. But now, hear this--this is the splendid part. Some time afterward, he saw a steamship come along, and as he kept his glass on the spot he saw the steamer lie-to and take people off the tug-boat. Of course, she took everybody. And then she started on her way South. He says he is quite sure she is a Savannah steamer.” “Oh, Mr. Godfrey,” cried Helen, clapping her hands, “this is glorious! Let’s go straight to Savannah!” “Why, you madcap girl,” laughed Mr. Berkeley, “I believe you would follow those fellows all round the world!” “Indeed I would,” said Helen, “if I could only be sure of meeting dear Chap at last!” When they went back to the hotel, Mr. Berkeley actually considered this plan of going to Savannah. He calculated that the steamer should have arrived at that port some days before, and if the boys were there, they were probably in trouble, for, otherwise, they certainly should have been heard from. He could not imagine why they had not telegraphed or written. His joy, therefore, at the news given him by the captain of the Cygnet, was much dampened after this careful consideration of the case. At any rate, he determined to go to Savannah. If the steamer was really bound there, the boys ought to be looked after, and he felt, as well as Mrs. Webster, that something ought to be doing until they were found. Of course, he had to take Helen with him, as he could not send her home alone, and having telegraphed the Cygnet’s news to Boontown, the two started for Savannah that afternoon. When they reached that city, Mr. Berkeley made diligent inquiries in regard to the arrival of three shipwrecked boys, but he heard that only two steamers had come in within a week, and that neither of these had fallen in with a disabled tug-boat. When even his stout heart was beginning to despair, and poor Helen looked as if she had been ill for a month, there came a telegram from Boontown. It was from Mr. Welford, a banker of that place, and a friend of Mr. Berkeley’s, to whom the telegram had been addressed which the boys had forwarded by the sportsman they had met on the Indian River. Mr. Welford lived in the town, and a telegram sent to him would be immediately delivered, and the boys knew he would lose no time in notifying their families. The telegram now received from Mr. Welford informed Mr. Godfrey Berkeley that the boys were on the Indian River, Florida, and were coming North as fast as possible.