An hour or two later it stopped at a point on the coast near Watertown.
Here a large yacht was moored.
Will was placed in a compartment behind the little cabin of the yacht, in a rude bunk, still insensible.
The horse and wagon were sent back to Princeton with one of the men, who was engaged to return as soon as possible.
It was about midnight when Will awoke.
He had a dull pain in his head, and he could not at first comprehend his situation.
A small glass bull’s-eye looked out on the water, and through the cracks in the door he could see a light.
He then decided that he was on a boat of some kind.
He peered through the cracks of the door, and uttered a sigh of dismay.
For he was still in the power of his enemy.