At a signal Patsy went ashore. Four other men went ashore also, leaving two men aboard, one at the wheel, and the engineer.
Patsy noticed that none of the other men seemed to be of the yacht’s crew.
The six picked their way over the wharf or pierway and reached the land.
It was a lonely spot, a large, unbroken waste, few houses or buildings near.
They all followed Moore for some three hundred yards, when he stopped, saying to Patsy:
“This is your post. Now keep your eyes open for policemen. Up on that hill yonder the man will be with the red flag. If the way is clear and nobody down there where we landed, wave this.”
He handed Patsy a napkin.
Moore took the other men away. Just then a bell tolled in the distance.
“The devil!” exclaimed Patsy. “We’re not far from Greenwood Cemetery.”
Then he said again: