“It’s the Water Witch!” said Chester excitedly.
A minute before he did so, Detective Calvert quietly slipped from his seat to the floor, removed his hat and cautiously peered over the taffrail. But he did not cease smoking his huge cigar, and it struck Alvin when he looked around that his head was high enough to be in plain sight of anyone watching from the other craft.
Mike Murphy caught the stir of the moment.
“How many passengers do ye obsarve on the same frigate? It seems to me there be only two.”
“That is all that are visible,” replied Chester, holding the glass still leveled.
“Thin they must be them two that we had the shindy wid the ither night!”
“Undoubtedly; in fact I recognize the one you pointed out at Boothbay.”
“And the ither must be the ither one.”
“There is every reason to believe so.”
“Thin——I say, Captain,” said the agitated Mike, turning to Alvin, “would ye be kind enough to run up alongside that ship?”