Again strange fancies flitted through Harry Rattleton’s head. Had they been discovered? Were those men coming to attack them? Were they destined to soon be engaged in a savage battle for life?
“If I ever get out of this scrape, I’ll let the Jolly Sport rest where she is and keep off the sound in April,” he mentally vowed.
“Lay low!” hissed Frank.
They flattened themselves upon the ground, hearing footsteps close at hand. They looked up and saw dark figures passing. One, two, three, four of them.
“Don’t try any funny business with us, old man!” sounded a hoarse voice. “Take us straight to the spot!”
“If he tries ter fool Capt. Horn he’s as good as dead!” said another hoarse voice.
Then there was a muttering of harsh laughter, and the four men passed on into the darkness.
Frank sat up, and the others did likewise.
“This is interesting!” Merry softly exclaimed.
“Yes, very!” grunted Browning. “Give something to know what it means. Can you tell?”