They failed to see a shot strike, although the puff of smoke plainly showed them that the shot had come from the deck of the distant vessel.
Frank suddenly changed his tactics.
Turning the Jove, he steered her shoreward.
“Where are yer goin’?” queried Barney.
“I’m going to land behind them rocks.”
“Phwat for?” asked the Irishman.
“To watch yonder craft from a place of concealment.”
“Ter foind out his game, av coorse.”
“Yes: his actions are very mysterious.”
A short time afterward the Jove alighted at a place where she could not be seen from the Gulf.