“I see, father.”
“But look here, Nic—did you change your things?”
“Yes, father; got on the old fishing and wading suit.”
“That’s right, boy, for you’ve got your work cut out, and it may mean water as well as land.”
“Yes, I expect to be in a pretty pickle,” said Nic, laughing, and beginning to feel excited now. “But do you think the sailors will find their way here in the dark?”
“Of course,” cried the Captain sharply. “Jack Lawrence will head them.”
“Hist!” whispered Nic, placing his hand to his ear and gazing seaward.
“Hear ’em?”
Nic was silent for a few moments.
“Yes,” he said. “I can hear their soft, easy tramp over the short grass. Listen.”