“Isn’t that a sort of creek over there?” asked Bob, pointing to an opening in the midst of the rushes that surrounded the cove.
“So it is. That’s what he meant about high tide. They can only get in the cove when the tide is up, and makes an entrance by way of the creek.”
“And, for the same reason, we can’t get our boat out until high tide, and that will not be until late to-night,” said Bob. “We’ll have to wait until then.”
“Lucky we have the chance,” came from Ned. “I hope the coast will be clear.”
“We’ll get our boat, anyhow!” exclaimed Jerry. “I’d like to see those men keep her.”
“We’ll wait until there’s water enough in the creek to float her out, and then we’ll sneak down there, get in and start off before they know what’s happened,” spoke Ned. “I hope she’s in running order.”