“We will follow them,” I whispered.
“Don’t you want to stay behind and get the boat?” asked Darrow.
“Yes; but I want to see them off first.”
So silently as shadows we followed the trio to the shore, and saw them enter Carney’s boat.
In doing this they ran within half a dozen yards of where my own craft was tied up. For an instant my heart stood in my throat. Would they see her? If so, what would be the consequence?
But the three did not notice the craft, and soon they were a goodly distance from the shore. With a sigh of relief I rose from my cramped position, and told Darrow to follow me.
In a moment we were within sight of the Catch Me. Since I had been gone Carney had been working like a beaver changing her appearance. He had shortened her mast and spars, put a different kind of a top to the cabin, and finished the painting.
“In a day more, no one would be able to recognize her,” I said. “I suppose he thought he would be safe after he had finished his work.”
“It’s a big swindle!” cried Darrow. “But you’ll cut him off short. No doubt he intends to come back for her as soon as he has landed those two men, who, to my guessing, are no good.”
“That’s just my idea. Well, we’ll get the best of him this time. New paint or not, I must get the boat out of this inlet, and tow her over to the Torrent Bend shore.”