"Good luck!" he called.
Frank waved back at him, then addressed his men.
"By fours! Forward march!" he commanded.
The party, with young Cutlip in their midst, moved inland.
CHAPTER XIX
IN THE NIGHT
It was not a long march to the Cutlip home, and the Essex party reached there some time before nightfall. Young Cutlip now whispered a word of caution to Frank.
"My father will not like this," he said. "He is naturally a cautious man. If he thinks I have given the alarm—am responsible for your being here—it will go hard with me."
"Then he must not know it," said Frank decidedly. "Do you think he will be home now?"