“We’ll remember what you have done—don’t forget that,” answered Dick, with some bitterness. It worried him greatly to have the search for Mrs. Stanhope delayed.
“Now, what is your plan?” asked Tom of Sam, as soon as they were a goodly distance from the island.
“I propose we sail away and pretend to be going back to Portland. Then we can turn and come up on the other side of the island.”
“They’ll watch for us,” said Dick.
“We might land at night.”
“Yes, we could do that. But if we wait, we may be losing valuable time.”
“I’ll run for the next island and sail around that,” said Captain Wells. “That may throw them off the scent.”
It took the best part of half an hour to gain the next island and round a convenient point. Here the tug was stopped, that they might decide on their next move.
“Oh, come on, let’s do something!” cried Tom. “Let us sail for the other side of that island and chance it! If they come after us, we can easily steam away again.”
So it was decided, and rounding the island they were at, they set a new course, so that they might reach Chesoque Island at a point directly opposite to where the dock was located. In the middle of the island were several rocky hills, so that the view from one side to the other was completely shut off.