"Boat ahoy!"
"There," whispered Harry, "we're discovered."
"No, I guess not," said Frank. "Ned," he continued, turning to the prisoner, "you must talk for us. Answer them."
"Ay, ay, sir," shouted Ned, in reply to the hail.
"What boat is that?"
"Dispatch boat," answered Ned, prompted by Frank; "and we bring orders for you to pull down and join the fleet, which is now blockading the mouth of Glen's Creek."
"All right," answered the voice. "We've been waiting an hour for that order. This playing police is dull business."
And the smugglers heard the rattling of a chain, as if the anchor was being pulled up.
"Tell them to make haste," whispered Frank.
"Come, hurry up there, now," shouted Ned.