“Oh, yes; you’re one of the watchers,” Halstead remembered, swiftly.
“That launch you set us to watching for has just gone into Henderson’s Cove, a mile north of here.”
“Oh, bully for you, Dyer!” throbbed the motor boat boy. “Has she had time to leave yet?”
“Not yet.”
“One thing more. Was the launch showing all her lights?”
“Every one of them.”
“You’re absolutely certain it’s the launch?”
“Top-sure. My side-partner, Drew, first sighted her coming down the coast just before dark fell. It’s the launch, all right, or her exact twin.”
Captain Tom had only time to thank the watcher up the coast, then bolted back to the boat.
“Get everything ready, Joe,” he called. “We ought to be under way in five minutes. I’m off to speak to Mr. Moddridge.”