But the very fact of the fog finally brought the pursuers upon their quarry.
A small boat appeared suddenly perhaps a hundred yards ahead, barely visible in the gloom.
"Looks like them, sir," declared Jack.
"What makes you think so?" demanded Lord Hastings, at the same time throwing over the wheel.
"I don't know, sir," replied Jack. "I don't really mean it looks like them. I just think it is them. It's what Frank would call a—a—a——"
"Hunch." Frank supplied the word.
"That's it," agreed Jack. "A hunch, sir."
"We'll see," said Lord Hastings grimly.
At this moment the occupants of the craft ahead realized that they were pursued. The boat bounded ahead with a sudden burst of speed.
"It must be they," declared Lord Hastings. "If they were not here for some ulterior purpose they wouldn't run."