Frank Merriwell said nothing. Had he been asked to name the vessel, he would have said the same thing.
“How can that be?” asked Harry. “We thought it was the Pirate that came so near running us down on the sound.”
“Perhaps it was.”
“Impossible! She could not be here.”
“Why not?” asked Frank. “We ran into this cove, and the Sport was disabled at that.”
“But the Pirate is a big vessel.”
“Not so very large.”
“Why should she run in here?”
“There is some mystery about her. Like Diamond, I think that is the black schooner. She had time to run in here and drop anchor ahead of us, and that’s what she did. We know no vessel was here when we left the cove this afternoon. She must have come in since then.”
“Say, fellows,” grunted Browning.