“I cannot leave him, uncle,” she said again; and going back to her father, she locked her fingers about his arm.
“Hi! hoi! look out!” came from a distance; and it was answered directly by a voice not a hundred yards away.
A thrill of excitement shot through the little group as they heard now the tramp of feet.
“I knew it,” whispered Uncle Luke. “He’s making for the harbour now.”
“Ah!” gasped Vine, as he almost dragged Louise over the rugged stones.
“Stop where you are,” said Uncle Luke, excitedly; and he placed something to his lips and gave a low shrill whistle.
It was answered instantly from the other side of the harbour.
“Leslie’s on the look-out. Yes, and the men with the boat,” he whispered, excitedly, as another low whistle was heard.
Then there was a few moment’s silence as if people were listening, followed by steps once more, and a quick voice exclaimed from out of the darkness:
“Seen him?”