“I think you’ll find I’m right,” the ragged man went on. “I guess something has happened and the schooner has moved. I see her masts sticking up from behind those trees.”
In a few minutes Jerry rounded the point. There, in full view of the setting sun, was the schooner. There could be no mistaking her.
He steered his boat up to the sailing craft. There seemed to be no sign of life aboard.
“Ahoy Bluebird!” called Jerry.
He had stopped his engine, and the chief had done the same for the Terror. Amid a deep silence they waited for an answer to the hail. None came.
Then, as the motor boats drifted alongside the schooner, it could be seen that she was tied to the shore and deserted.
“Where are Ned and Bob?” asked Jerry, a nameless terror tugging at his heart.