“I’m not afraid of him,” declared Hal. “We—we’ve got the law on our side, too.”
“Well, we ought to have some proof first,” said Jack. “Guess we’d better snoop around a bit before we say too much.”
After that silence fell over the Corsair for a while. Then Bee hazarded the theory that the Corsair was drifting away from shore and Jack untroubledly confirmed it. “Breeze and tide both against us,” he said. “But somebody’s bound to be along pretty soon.”
“I hope so,” said Hal. “I’m getting hungry.”
Bee looked at his watch. “Most time for afternoon tea,” he agreed. “Look here, Jack, how would it do if we took turns swimming and pulling the launch after us?”
“We might do that if we had a quarter of a mile or so, to go,” answered Jack, “but we’re a good two miles off shore now. We couldn’t do it, Bee. If she keeps on in the direction she’s going she may go aground on Hog Island after awhile.”
“Hog Island!” exclaimed Hal, glancing across the blue waters to where a long, low stretch of brown rocks scantily crested with green showed to the south. “Why, that’s three miles from here, isn’t it?”
“About that. But we’re drifting pretty fast. We ought to do it in a couple of hours, unless someone gives us a tow first.”
“I don’t see that we’d be much better off there,” said Bee. “There’s nothing to eat on Hog Island, is there?”