“Precisely.”
“When is she expected to arrive?”
“To-night some time,” replied the Arab. “The Benares is to be wrecked.”
“Where?”
“A few miles up the coast, above the ‘Rest;’ false lights will decoy her.”
“Bring her on the rocks?” asked Harry.
“Yes, she will become a perfect wreck; all on board will be drowned, and the pirates will do what they like with the cargo and treasure.”
“A good scheme if they can push it along, but if I can see the Benares I will stop it.”
The Arab was gradually but surely sinking.