Old Daygo chuckled.
“You needn’t be afraid of that, my lad,” he said; “and mind this,—if you’re late and I’ve started, I’m not coming back, so mind that. D’reckly you’ve had your bit o’ dinner, or I’m gone.”
“All right, Joe,” cried Vince; and he hurried in, feeling pulled both ways, for he could not help nursing the idea that, once out a short distance at sea, he might be able to coax the old fisherman into taking them as close as he could safely get to the ridge of rocks which hid the little rounded cove from passers-by.
Chapter Fifteen.
A Spy on the Way.
Punctual to the time the lads met; and Vince, who was full of old Daygo’s proposal, laid it before his companion.
“What!” cried Mike; “go with him, when we’ve got such an adventure before us! You wouldn’t do that!”
“Why not? We can go to the caverns any day, and this will be a chance to sail round and see what the outside of the Scraw is like.”