The landing pier was deserted when they ran alongside. “Which way did he go?” asked Dick, as he stepped out.
Harper pointed at the dim path.
“How long ago was it?”
“Just a few minutes.”
“All right. We 'll wait here.” He sat down with his back against a post, and filled his pipe. “Got a match, Pink? Oh, I forgot, you're wet. Ole, give me a match.” He lighted up and settled back to smoke and think.
McGlory had evidently walked some little distance back from the Cove, for nearly ten minutes passed before they heard his step in the brush. Dick sat still until he saw the mate coming down the bluff, then he said, “Get aboard, McGlory.”
At the first word McGlory stopped short.
“Well,” Dick added, rising, “how long are you going to keep us waiting?”
Still there was no word from the motionless figure. Not until Dick stepped to the stern of the boat did he speak. “Come up here a minute, will you, Cap'n? I want to speak to you.”
“You can do any speaking you have to do on the schooner. Swing around, Pink. I 'll hold her.”