Of a sudden, Frank turned and hurried out upon the wharf till he was where he could look over the water toward the anchored yachts. The moon was down, but the sky was clear and full of stars, so there was sufficient light for him to see the yachts.
He could not distinguish the White Wings among them!
Hodge came hurrying to Frank’s side.
“It was a mistake to leave the small boat there with the oars in her,” he said. “Some of these skulkers around the wharves got away with her.”
“And they have taken the yacht, too!” came hoarsely from Frank’s lips. “The White Wings is gone!”
CHAPTER X
PREPARING FOR PURSUIT.
“What?”
Hodge literally staggered. He clutched Frank’s arm, as if for support.
“It can’t be true!”