"Get my idea?" she asked.
"You want to see if Mascola has fallen for our scheme," Gregory replied.
"Exactly. We'll cruise by his fleet and lay to by the Pelican. Then we'll find out if he's spotted the Curlew yet. If he hasn't, the boys can get in in the
dark and 'chum' the fish. By that time we won't care what Mascola does."
The passing of a few minutes brought them in sight of the alien fleet grouped closely together off Black Point.
"They've shifted," announced the girl. "Tom's message said they were off the Hell-Hole."
Gregory said nothing but as they drew nearer he exclaimed: "Look! They've got the Pelican sewed up tighter than a drum. Looks like Mascola hasn't tumbled on to the other boat yet."
"Can't tell."
Dickie searched the darkening water intently. Then she observed: "I don't see Mascola's boat anywhere. Maybe he's cruising the island."
Throttling to the speed of an ordinary fishing craft they approached the fleet and dodged skilfully among the boats in the direction of the Pelican.