“What’s that light down there?”
“That’s what I’m looking at,” said Frank. “It’s not on the island.”
“No. It’s off shore.”
“Then it must be on some kind of vessel.”
“Sure.”
“Perhaps——”
“The White Wings.”
“Who knows—it may be!”
They were silent as they stood watching the light. It rose and fell with a gentle motion, telling them beyond a doubt that it was on a vessel.
“Let’s go down there,” suggested Hodge. “Perhaps we can get close enough to make out what she is.”