Dare was labouring under great excitement.
"Ben, I've found out about the oven. You'll never guess. It's the cave!"
Ben was more bewildered than surprised.
"The oven ... the cave?" he repeated.
Dare explained in detail.
"While I was lying down the sailors began to talk. They didn't mind me, apparently. They talked about sailing to-morrow night and one of them said he hoped the water would be smoother than the last time they were at the Oven. The cave is called the Oven, it seems. That's what that fellow on board the Glenbow meant. And Ben! I think I know where it is. One of the men mentioned the Table. He said it was a nuisance and that some time the Mary would break her back on it in making the cave. Well, the Table is a queer, flat-topped rock. I heard the dad mention it by name when he talked about how he had inspected the coast. It's less than a mile from Saltern!"
Dare's excitement did not exceed Ben's once that worthy had fully grasped the value of the discovery.
"We got to get away from here as soon as we can," he said. "We got to get away before the Mary sails and find some way of sendin' word to the cap'n."
"Absolutely!" agreed Dare. "We'll try for it early in the morning."
But they did not. At nine o'clock that same night Pierre came aboard in a great hurry. In a moment the news spread that the Mary would sail that night ... immediately. And half an hour later the schooner was nosing her way out of the harbour.