And I brought up the barrel of the weapon on a level with his breast.
“Don’t shoot!”
“I don’t intend to if you behave yourself. Just you march over to your right.”
“What for?”
“Never mind; do as I tell you.”
With very bad grace Carney did as I had directed. When he had reached a point fully fifteen yards away I told him to halt. The spot was in the midst of a number of barren rocks, and here I felt sure that I could watch him.
“Now I am going to take a look at your boat,” I went on. “Don’t you dare to move while I do so.”
“Won’t do you any good,” he muttered.
Without replying, I made my way through the rough brush and over the rocks to where the mast of the boat could be seen. It was but a short distance, and soon I stood face to face with the hidden craft.
For an instant I did not recognize her. The blue-and-white hull had given way to one of red, and the name had been scratched and covered with several coats of paint; but the general appearance of the deck and rigging had not been changed, and I was certain that the craft was the missing Catch Me.