The boat was coming straight toward the point where the boys were crouching on the shore.
“Pier is near here,” thought Frank. “They’re going to run in there and get in the lee of it. But why are they coming ashore in this confounded storm?”
In the teeth of the wind a fine sleet was carried. It was too cold for a genuine storm of rain, and the sleet fell like some particles of ice.
No wonder Harry’s teeth chattered together.
“Keep still, boys,” warned Frank. “We’ll get a look at those fellows.”
“Huah!” grunted Browning. “Don’t know how you are going to get a look at anybody in this darkness.”
“They are bringing some kind of a light.”
“Can’t see it.”
“They’ve got it just the same.”
“What makes you think so?”