“Oh, for half an hour more of daylight!” exclaimed Frank.
“I think we have enough of it to overtake them,” said Howard Dustan. “If that is the White Wings, I do not believe they will get away from us to-night.”
“I hope not.”
The sail disappeared beyond the island.
The sun slowly sank from view, and purple shadows began to gather about the wooded islands.
Every eye on the Fox was strained to catch another glimpse of the sail, but it could not be seen. The launch ran round the island, but still nothing of the sloop was visible.
“What has become of her?” asked Diamond, in disappointment.
“It must be she has run into some cove and anchored,” said Hodge. “She has pulled down her sail, and so we can’t see her.”
“But where is the cove?”
“That is for us to find.”