Will determined to go thither, and let developments guide his future movements.
It took him over half an hour to reach the place where the light he had seen was located.
It proved to be as he had supposed—a farm house. He knocked at the door, and an old man met him.
Will was somewhat incoherent and excited at first as he told his story in brief.
The old farmer was almost incredulous when Will exposed the villainy of Morris and his associates.
“And you want some help in getting the yacht back to Portland and putting these scoundrels in jail, eh?” he remarked. “Well, I’ll help you.”
He called his two sons, and they were soon on their way to the yacht.
When they arrived they found Morris and the others still insensible.
The farmer secured some stout ropes and tied them securely.
Then, with his sons, he manned the yacht, and, Will deciding that two of them could take it to Portland, left one of his sons to complete the voyage.