It was slow work tearing the pier down with their peaveys, for some of the rocks were as large as a strong man would want to lift, and there were a good many of them.
“If this water wasn’t so blooming cold we could roll up our trowsers and do it in a short time,” Bob declared after they had been at work for the better part of an hour.
“This way suits me all right,” Jack assured him, and Rex also showed no inclination to adopt Bob’s suggestion.
“I guess you’re about right,” Bob assented. “We’re getting there slow but sure.”
They kept steadily at the work for another hour and had about completed the task when a sudden interruption happened.
CHAPTER XIII
A DIFFERENT KIND OF A RACE
Bob had just announced that he thought they had lowered the pier so that there would be no danger of the logs catching when Rex, who had happened to glance toward the shore, said:
“There’s someone over there on the shore.”
The moon had, by this time risen high in the heavens and was giving light sufficient to enable them to see for some distance.
Light from two lanterns greeted their sight as Bob and Jack looked quickly shoreward.