“You bet we will! I wouldn’t go now until I knew what they were up to for anything!”
“It’s going straight out to sea, Dolly, and it’s keeping so that the yacht is between it and the shore. It does look as if they didn’t want to be seen, doesn’t it!”
“It certainly does! Look, there it goes through the little gap in the bar! See? Now it will be hidden from the people on shore—and it’s going toward West Point, too. See, I’ll bet they’re going to make a landing there!”
They hurried along the bluff, and in a few minutes they saw the boat graze the beach at the end of West Point. Three men jumped out and hauled the little craft up on the shore, and then they began to move inland, toward Bessie and Dolly.
“We’d better work back toward the camp,” said Dolly, excitedly. “It wouldn’t do to have them see us—not until we know more about them.”
“I wonder if they’ll come back this way, toward the camp? And why do you suppose they’re acting that way? It seems very funny to me.”
“It does to me, too. I’m beginning to think Miss Eleanor had a good reason for being nervous, Bessie. I don’t believe that yacht is here for any good purpose.”
“It’s a good thing we came up this way, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is, if we can manage to find out something about them. I say, do you remember where the spring is? Well, right by it there’s a mound, with a whole lot of bushes. I believe we could hide there, and be waiting as they come along.”
“Let’s try it, anyhow. Maybe there’s something we ought to know.”