“That looks like Jabowski,” Dan observed. “And he’s heading straight toward the motorboat! Can we get closer, Brad?”
“Unless the breeze shifts it will take us two or three tacks to come even with the island.”
“And by that time, there may be nothing to see,” Dan grumbled. “I sure wish we had a pair of binoculars!”
Dividing their attention between pressing more speed out of their own craft, and watching the raft, the boys begrudged the time it took to make the long tack.
The raft, they noted, moved directly to the waiting motorboat. What transpired at the meeting place, they were unable to see.
So intent were the Cubs on watching the boat and raft, that they paid scant heed to the low cumulus clouds which had gathered close to the horizon.
Black underneath and hard-edged, they were moving up fast from the leeward!
The Cubs, however, were elated because a stiffening breeze rapidly bore them toward Skeleton Island. Now they could discern two men aboard the motorboat. Though they could not see the face of the man on the raft, they were convinced he was Jabowski.
“What do you figure they’re doing?” Dan speculated. “And who are those men that have Mr. Manheim’s speedboat?”
“Maybe it isn’t his,” Brad replied. “I’d say it’s the same length and make though.”