“Well,” said Dick, in a low voice, “it looks as if we might get them.”
“Shouldn't wonder,” Wilson replied. He, too, was subdued by the strain.
“Pretty dark, though.”
“That isn't all on their side.”
“No, perhaps it isn't. Going to put out both launches, eh?”
“It looks that way.”
Cautiously and swiftly the sailors worked. One launch, and then the other, was lowered into the water.
“Pretty neat, ain't it?” whispered Pink. “Why, with this wind they've got to run in right by one or other of the boats to get to Burnt Cove. Would they let us sail the Anne around, think, if they get her back?”
Dick shook his head.
Farther aft Beveridge was talking to Captain Sullivan. “It's the only thing to do, Captain. With him along, we can't miss her.”