Gazing out cautiously, the youths saw, on the beach below, two men in seaman's garb.
"That's Captain Penhall of the coastguard, and his lieutenant, and they mean to surprise the King of Prussia Cove. We must give our old friend warning, Dick, lad."
"Les up and away."
"Hold on. Didn't 'ee hear the paths are all guarded."
"That's so," said Dick rubbing his head, doubtfully.
"Come, I have a plan at last," said Ande after a moment's thought, and he led the way cautiously at first and then rapidly inland. For a mile or more they kept up a smart pace, Dick following with some difficulty.
After a wide detour inland, they rapidly approached Prussia Cove. His plan was nothing less than to enter the cove by the perilous path from which he had fallen in the hurling game between Breage and the school. It was now twilight, and darkness was rapidly setting in.
"Halt!" said a quick, sharp voice ahead.
"On," whispered Ande, "there's only two of them. I'll take the right, and you take the left."