“We are rounding Diablo Point in the center of the northern shore now,” explained Inspector Burton. “There, ahead, you can see the shore curves inward. Farther ahead, toward West Point on the other side of this little bay, the mountains dwindle out, and there is a sandy shore on which we can land. I’ll go ashore with my command and then strike back through the mountains for that stream—a distance of three or four miles.
“Ensign Warwick,” he said, turning to the young naval officer, who had joined them in the bow; “after putting us ashore, do you make your way with as little noise as possible around West Point and down the coast to the creek. It should not be difficult to locate.
“Allowing for possible time lost in going astray on our part, we should be pretty near the mouth of the creek two hours after landing. I shall fire three shots in rapid succession when we come up with the enemy. That will be your signal. Do you then make your way into the creek, and seize the trawler or any other craft you find there.
“Have your rapid-firers unlimbered and ready for
action, in case of resistance. And remember to throw your searchlight on shore to light up the scene when I send up a rocket.
“And now, if your small boats are ready, and the men to accompany me selected, I’ll say ‘au revoir,’ for I can see your pilot is bringing us to, and evidently has singled out the beach where we must land.”
Eleven men were set ashore with Inspector Burton, the small boats which carried them returned and were hoisted aboard, and then the Sub Chaser began nosing her way ahead once more.
[CHAPTER XXII—IN THE SMUGGLERS’ COVE]
“Don’t know whether I’m cold or just plain scared,” said big Bob, laughingly. “But I’m going to put on this sweater, because I’m beginning to shiver.”
The others were quick to follow his example.