"Yes. He must be a thorough rascal."
"He is. But no worse than Lemuel Hankers, to my way of thinking, Bob."
"Right you are."
They had to be careful in descending the side of the hill, for here were many treacherous stones, and neither wished to risk another sprained ankle.
But at last they stood at the bottom, with the ocean's shore but half a dozen rods away.
The foam from the breakers could be seen distinctly through the tall palms, and with their hearts beating rapidly they hurried forward to where a long stretch of dazzling sand stood as a barrier between the woodland and the water.
"No ship here," said Dave, soberly.
"This is not the spot where the Swallow cast anchor, Dave. The question is, was that cove north or south of here?"
"North, I should say."
"This time I agree with you. Come, walking along the beach will be easy enough."