The tide had set in, and the hole in the face of the bluff was so nearly filled as to make escape with the boat impossible.
CHAPTER X.
A DIVE FOR LIFE.
There was but one choice left for Fritz—that of standing his ground and meeting young Greyville boldly; for there was apparently no avenue of escape for him now.
Consequently, with his revolver drawn, ready for use, he positioned himself at the water's edge, facing the aperture, and waited.
He had not long to wait.
In a few seconds Griffith Gregg—as we shall henceforth call him—came striding into the chamber, and uttered a violent oath at sight of Fritz.
"Hello! by the Satanic I thought I was not mistaken. The Dutchman we left adrift, for sure!"
Fritz did not speak, or allow himself to move a particle, but stood glaring at his enemy like one turned to stone.