“Ye’re welcome, sir.”
On sped the launch, but now she bore some passengers who were elated by the piece of news they had learned. At last they were on the right course.
CHAPTER XII
IN THE NIGHT.
“I believe that is the White Wings!”
Diamond uttered the exclamation, being in a flurry of excitement.
It was sunset on the Eastern Bay, and far in the distance, slowly creeping round an island, was a sail.
Again the boys had heard from the White Wings. She had been seen by some lobster fishermen, and they aided the pursuers in striking the right course.
Green’s Landing had been passed, and they were amid the islands of the Reach, getting well down, however, toward Isle au Haut.
The Fox was under full head of steam, and she was making a pretty wake as she sped through the water.