"There! he's hauling in his small boat," added Marian, pointing to the yacht.
"So he is," I replied, pulling in the tender of the Marian.
"What will you do?"
"If he attempts to land, I shall follow him. I don't intend to lose sight of him. I haven't come so far to be balked now."
"What shall I do?" asked my fair cousin, with an anxious look.
"You will be perfectly safe here."
"What, alone?"
"I shall be sorry to leave you; but I must follow Mr. Whippleton, for your father's sake as well as my own."
"I will go with you then. I should not dare to stay here alone."
"But I don't believe Mr. Whippleton intends to leave the yacht. If he had meant to do so, he would have run into St. Joseph's River, instead of this lagoon, where there seems to be no good landing-place. We will wait and see what he is about."