“If he thinks we don’t see him, he may give himself away,” Frank reasoned.
He reached the cabin unobserved. Hanleigh had not yet emerged from the trees.
Frank found Joe standing at the window, looking down toward the rocks.
“I saw him! He’s coming this way.”
“Who is he?” demanded Joe eagerly.
“Hanleigh.”
“I thought so all along. Is he coming here?”
“I think so. Look, Joe—here’s my plan. I think he intends to come here. He imagines we’re all out hunting for him. Let’s hide and find out what he wants.”
“How about Chet and Biff?”
“They’re away down at the far ends of the island. We can capture Hanleigh any time we want.”