“It is!”
“How do you know?”
“Look for yourself. She is not where she was anchored.”
“But the tide has changed since we left her. She must have swung round into another position.”
“That’s all right. I have looked for her in the position she would occupy. She is not there.”
Browning came loafing round the corner, grumbling as he approached.
“Now, this is a great note!” he growled. “How are we to get on board—walk?”
“You would have quite a walk to-night,” said Frank, huskily.
“Eh?”
“The White Wings is gone.”