What did it mean?
Breathlessly he tore his way through the strip of forest on the promontory until all Lake Michigan to the south lay before his eyes.

The _Typhoon_ was gone! Was it possible that Casey had abandoned hope of Nathaniel's return and was already lying off St.James with shotted gun?
The thought sent a shiver of despair through him.

He passed to the opposite side of the point and followed it foot by foot, but there was no sign of life, no distant flash of white that might have been the canvas of the sloop _Typhoon_.
There was only one thing for him to do--wait.

So he went to his hiding-place of the day before and watched the sea with staring eyes.

An hour passed and his still aching vision saw no sign of sail; two hours--and the sun was falling in a blinding glare over the Wisconsin wilderness.