"They must know," said Dave. "Remember, they have powerful glasses on board. Perhaps they spotted us as soon as we came into sight."
"It would please them, I suppose, to have the savages kill us," went on the captain. "I wouldn't have believed it before, but I do now—since you have told me what this Pete Rackley was to do."
In bitter disappointment the crowd ran down to the very edge of the cove, Pat Stoodles at their heels.
They saw a number of persons standing on the stern deck of the Raven, but could distinguish no faces.
In less than half an hour the ship was far out to sea.
While the party on the beach was watching the receding ship, Stoodles uttered a cry.
"The savages. They be afther coming on again, bad cess to 'em!"
The Irishman was right. The savages had found their trail and were once again after them hot-footed.
Which way now? That was the question in the mind of every member of the party.
It was Dave who solved the problem. Gazing across the cove, he espied a good-sized rowboat half hidden among some bushes.