As Frank dashed out the door he saw the leader and several of his men rushing toward the water.
They were heading for a rowboat.
Far over the water, lying almost hidden against the dense shrubbery and trees along the shore was a schooner.
The pirates were evidently bent upon reaching it.
“There’s Diavolo’s other craft!” cried Zamora.
“Your son is doubtless aboard of her, too,” said Frank.
“Dios mio! Can we save him now?”
“Perhaps; if we can prevent Diavolo getting aboard.”
“We can’t overtake him.”
“Oh, yes; we can.”