Cora clasped her hands, and looked with fear in her eyes at her chums.
“We——we mustn’t let them harm dear old Denny!” whispered Belle, shivering with nervousness.
“Hush!” cautioned Cora. “Don’t talk—think!”
There was a movement on the other side of the screen of bushes, as indicating that the men were about to leave.
“Well, we’ll let it go until to-night then,” said Kelly.
“Until to-night,” agreed Bruce. “And we know, in case of a slip-up, that there’s no motor boat around here that can catch us when we make our get-away.”
“There’s the Dixie,” suggested Moran.
“She’s out of commission, I heard,” responded Bruce. “And she won’t be in shape for a day or so. The Chelton—well, I gave her a try-out a while ago, and I know what she can do.”
“Oh, do you?” thought Cora. “Perhaps you don’t.”
“I have to laugh when I think how I took those girls in,” went on Bruce. “I pretending that I was a stranger in these waters, and they kindly offering to pilot me. I guess they took me for some society swell of Bayhead.”