Frank extinguished the lighted lantern.
“It would betray us,” he said. “Now we will go down.”
They made their way slowly down through the cedars. At times they could not see the light, but on coming out from the thick bushes it was plainly in view.
As they approached the shore, they found there was a cove on that side of the island. It was much larger than the one they had run into with the Fox, and it was not so well protected, for the vessel at anchor there felt the swell which was heaving into the Reach from the open sea outside.
They took every precaution not to be seen or heard, and crept down close to the shore.
The light on board the vessel showed them she was small, and the longer they watched her the firmer became their conviction that she was the stolen yacht.
“If we could get off to her without arousing those on board, we’d be able to capture her, Bart,” said Frank.
“Let’s try it!” palpitated Hodge.
“How?”
“Swim!”