“All right.”
They made their way back into the cedars, and climbed to the crest of the island. From that point the light could not be seen, as some of the cedars intercepted their view.
“But we know it is down there,” said Hodge, who was glowing with enthusiasm caused by their discovery. “It’s on the White Wings, too, and we’ll soon have her back, Merry. What will you do to the rascals who stole her?”
“I’ll not decide on that till I recover the yacht,” said Frank. “We have not got her yet.”
“But we shall!”
“In time.”
“To-night.”
“I hope so.”
It was not such an easy thing to go straight to the cove in the rocks where lay the Fox. Frank decided that the light from the lantern might aid them, and, as they were hidden so no one on the vessel could see them, he lighted up again.
After a time they came to the cove, but here a great surprise awaited them. Looking down into the cleft amid the rocks, they could see nothing of the Fox.