“Not yet. Pull in a little closer to shore. I have an idea Peters and Crosby may land somewhere around here.”
“Like as not that is their game.”
On they went, the darkness growing more intense as they proceeded. There was no moon, and the stars shone but faintly in the blue vault overhead.
Suddenly Jerry held up his hand as a sign to Harry to stop rowing. Instantly his chum raised the oars.
“What do you see?” he whispered.
“Something ahead—I can’t make out just what yet.”
Several minutes of breathless silence followed. Then Jerry bent back.
“The Redeye is just ahead, but I believe Si Peters and Wash Crosby have already left her.”
A second later a low but clear cry rang out:
“You left that bundle behind, Crosby!”