'Okay. Pa gjensyn!' He raised his hand.
The mains'l cover was off now and they were at the halyards. As the grey shadow of the catcher merged into the darkness astern of us, the gaff rose through the topping lifts. A moment later the mains'l was a great splash of white, catching the navigation lights and fading into the blackness above us. Behind us, the lights of the two catchers shone like a village against the dark shape of the factory. As we went out through the islands, we set jib and mizzen. Then I put the wheel over and we swung away to starb'd. The lights of the catchers vanished behind the islands. By the time we reached the inlet leading to the cutting, all the sails were stowed again.
The tide was slackening as we glided slowly into the cut. At the first convenient spot I got a rope ashore and moored up, for I was scared of submerged rocks. Diviner swung slowly with the in-running tide until she lay snug against sheer rocks, chafing gently at her fenders. We found a way ashore and explored a route along the edge of the cutting to the bridge. My plan was to catch Sunde at the bridge after he had moored his boat.
It was very dark and silent among the rocks. We reached the bridge and stood there listening to the gurgle of the water as it ran through the cut to some basin further inland.
'Suppose he lands at the quay?' Jill said.
'I don't think he'll do that,' Curtis answered.
'No,' I agreed. 'He'll want to steer clear of Lovaas.'
'For that reason he may stay in Bovaagen,' Dick suggested.
'It's possible,' I replied. 'But he's no reason to suspect Lovaas would go to such lengths.'
Curtis laughed. 'It'd be funny if Lovaas had the same idea as us.'