“Where?” cried Murray.
“Yonder among the trees. Take the glass, sir.”
Mr Anderson took the telescope.
“To be sure: the river does branch there. Steer for that cove, Mr Roberts, and let us see what the little vessel is like. At all events here is some sign of the place being inhabited. Give way, my lads.”
The men pulled hard, and as they progressed, instead of obtaining a better view of the vessel, it seemed only to glide in behind the trees until they were close in and passed up what proved to be the mouth of a little creek, when Murray uttered an ejaculation.
“What is it, Mr Murray?” cried the lieutenant.
“The lugger, sir!”
“Well, I see it is, my lad. I dare say its owner’s house is close at hand.”
“But don’t you see, sir?” cried Murray excitedly.
“Of course I do, but there’s no one aboard, apparently.”