brother and
sister sat in silence, waiting for the first warning that they were
approaching the sea.

In the blackness it was impossible to see anything ahead, and the
starlight, which, dim as it was, might have helped, had been overcast by
a filmy covering of light clouds.

Once or twice as they were hurried helplessly along, the propeller
beating desperately against the wind, they saw, far below them, the
cheerful lights of some farmhouse. Further off a glare against the sky
indicated the lights of Sandy Bay.

How they wished that they were safe and sound at home, as they were blown
onward by the wind, going faster and faster every minute.

Roy, his pulses beating hard, and every nerve at tension, had taken the
wheel from his sister, even at the risk of careening the aeroplane when
they shifted their positions. Every now and then he tried to turn ever so
little, but each time a tip at a dangerous angle warned him not to
attempt such a thing.

All at once Peggy uttered a shrill cry.

"Oh, Roy! The sea!"

Above the screeching of the wind and the hum of the motor they could now
hear another sound, the thunder of the surf on the beach.

Straining his eyes ahead Roy could see now the white gleam of the
breakers as they broke in showers of spray on the seashore. A real sense
of terror, such as he had never felt before, clutched at his heart as he
heard and saw.

But controlling his voice, he turned to Peggy.

"Be brave, little sister," he said; "we'll pull through all right."

Peggy said nothing in response. She dared not trust her voice to speak
just at that moment. White faced and with staring, fixed eyes, she sat
motionless and silent, as the Golden Butterfly was driven out above the
roaring surf and the tossing waves. To her alarmed imagination the sea
seemed to be reaching up hungry arms for the two daring young aviators.

Suddenly she was half blinded by a brilliant flash of light which bathed
the aeroplane in a flood of radiance. The next instant it was gone, but
they could see the great shaft of radiance sweeping around the compass.

"It's the light!" cried Roy. "The Rocky Point light!"

CHAPTER XI.

IN DIREST PERIL.

"Oh, if we could only work round and land on the point," exclaimed Peggy.
"There's a fine, smooth field there; in fact, it's all bare ground,
without rocks or trees."

"Yes, and Jeff Stokes is wireless operator there, too," rejoined her
brother. "Hullo," he exclaimed an i