They made the best time they could up the shore, but it was with little hope of accomplishing anything it had now grown so late.
Indeed, it was nearly one o'clock before they came in sight of another pier with the foundation of a burned building at the end.
"This is it," declared Old King Brady. "I see my blunder now."
"Hist!" whispered Harry. "There's a man on the pier."
So there was, and he was looking over the side, calling down to someone in the water.
The Bradys and Alice, who were still a good distance away, hurried on.
Suddenly the man straightened up and gave a wild start.
They saw him reach to his hip pocket for a revolver.
Before he was able to draw it a shot rang out.
"Heavens! That fellow has picked up one!" Harry cried.