"The name Volckman was mentioned."
"Good! It may prove a valuable clew. Let us wait and listen. To attempt to overhaul them in the open bay would be useless, but once they enter the channel, we have them bottled up."
"I wonder what sort of a craft they are in?" queried Harry.
"It can't be either a rowboat or a launch," replied the old detective, "and it is hard to see how they can get around with a sailboat on a night like this, yet that must be what it is."
"There is a breeze springing up now," observed the kicker.
He had scarcely spoken when the voices were heard close to them.
Evidently the ebb tide was taking the smugglers, if such they were, their way.
They were now speaking loud and rapidly.
"Draw your revolvers, boys, and be ready," breathed Old King Brady. "We are liable to be discovered at any moment."
Alice sat listening.