"Be careful that we don't get into another trap."
"I've got my eyes open," responded the lumberman.
On they went once more, over the rocks and through a tangle of brushwood. It was now almost dark, and Dick was beginning to think they would lose their way when Peterson called a sudden halt.
"Here we are," he whispered and pointed ahead. There, through the trees, could be seen the waters of the tiny bay, and there lay the Peacock at anchor.
Only one man was on deck, a sailor Dick had seen several times.
Otherwise the craft appeared deserted.
"Do you suppose the Baxters and the others have gone ashore?" asked
Dick.
"No telling yet, lad. Let us watch out for a while."
They sat down and watched until the darkness of night began to hide the Peacock from view.
At last they saw Arnold Baxter come on deck, followed by Dan.
The two entered a rowboat and a sailor took them ashore. They had scarcely landed when Captain Langless appeared, coming along a pathway but a few yards from where Dick and the lumberman were in hiding.