I wish I had brought my electric flash out here with me, muttered HarryHazelton uneasily".I told you that you'd better do it, chuckled Tom Reade. But how could I know that the night would be pitch dark? Harry demanded. I don't know this gulf weather yet, and fifteen minutes ago the stars were out in full force. Now look at them! How can I look at them? demanded Tom, halting. My flashlight won't pierce the clouds. Reade halted on his dark, dangerous footway, and Harry, just behind him, uttered a sigh of relief and halted also. I never was in such a place as this before. You've been in many a worse place, though rejoined Tom. I never heard you make half as much fuss, either. I think something must be wrong with my head, ventured Harry. Undoubtedly, Tom Reade agreed cheerily. Hear that water, Harry went on in a voice scarcely less disconsolate than before. Of course, nodded Tom. But the water can hardly be termed a surprise. We both knew that the Gulf of Mexico is here.