CHAPTER 16"Here's the end of the road," said Jim Bartholomew.
"Where?" The girl looked round startled. A thin haze hung upon the sea, but the Ceramia was making her maximum speed.
"If you listen you will hear a hooter going in a minute. That's Fire Island and the United States."
"You seem to know a lot about the voyage for one who has never been there,"
she said.
"I've never been to the United States," he confessed, "but I have been to Fire Island Light. I came once on a cruise after a fugitive submarine in the bad old days." The siren of the lightship was now audible. They were standing on the foredeck beneath the captain's cabin and they heard the clang and grind of the telegraph and soon after the thud of the propellers came at longer intervals.
"We're slowing down," he said.
"Li
