Presently a distant shore loomed up and after an examination Larry Dixon declared it was the island for which they were seeking.
“Are you sure?” questioned Dick. “This is very important, and we don’t want to make any mistake.”
“I know the spot,” answered the old tar. “See that old building? The lobster catchers used to use that. And see that rock? There is where the old John Spurr struck, in a storm one winter.”
“Well, I don’t want to strike anything,” said Captain Wells, and ordered the engineer to reduce speed. Then, with great caution, they approached what had once been a good dock, but one which was now practically in ruins.
“Hello, there’s a motor boat!” cried Sam, as they came closer. Then all looked and saw that a gaudily-painted motor boat was tied up on one side of the old dock.
“Say, that looks like the motor boat Koswell, Larkspur and that stranger had!” ejaculated Dick.
“It is the same!” shouted Tom. “There is the name, Magnet. Now what do you think of that!”
“What do I think?” said Dick. “I think they must be here.”
“With Sobber and the others?”
“I don’t know about that. I didn’t think they knew Sobber.”