"Not over half a mile from here."
"All ready to sail?"
"Yes."
"Then let us make off at once."
"Dat's it," put in Buddy Girk. "I'm afraid the police will let down on us any minit."
"The trouble is, that other boat I mentioned is after us."
"How many are on board?"
"The three Rover boys and an old sailor."
"Four, and we'll be five, not counting the woman you mentioned.
I don't think I am afraid of the Rovers," returned Arnold Baxter.
"Besides, can't we get away from them in the dark without their
knowing what is up?"
"Perhaps we can," said the son slowly. "The trouble is—What's that?"