I've about arrived at the conclusion that the _Follow Me_ was mighty well named, Harry.

We've been following her for twelve hours, pretty near, and as things look now we'll be still following her a week from Christmas!" "I suppose," sighed the captain of the lost boat, "that what we should have done was report it to the police and stayed right where we were.
Dad's going to be somewhat peeved if we lose that boat." "I thought she belonged to you and Tom," said Wink Wheeler.
"So she does, but dad gave her to us and he's rather fond of her himself." "Well, it's too bad," Wink answered, "but I don't believe we'll ever find her now.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, this sort of thing.

We don't even know for sure that she isn't down around New York somewhere by this time!" "Yes, we do," said Steve quietly.
"We do?
How do we ?" "Because I'm looking at her," was the reply.

Steve nodded ahead and pushed back the throttle.