The water slapped and gurgled under the flooring. An hour passed. The wind that changes at dawn began to sigh and moan through the cracks of the old wall.
“Well—” Don stretched, wearily, “it’s almost dawn. Maybe our plan won’t work—listen! Here comes—somebody!”
CHAPTER XXXI
“THE MAN WHO NEVER LIVED”
Through the door came a muffled hail.
“Hello, inside the boathouse!”
According to a plan already made Don tiptoed into a dark corner as Garry went swiftly, silently, to the other, nearest the land side of the old building.
Chick, smallest, quickest of the three, crouched close beside the closed door, pressed tightly against the wall.
A hand fumbled at the latch. The door swung sharply inward. A beam of light leaped across the enclosed space. Instantly Chick lunged forward: his arms wrapped about a pair of slim legs.
“I’ve got him!”
As the man toppled forward Garry and Don came like panthers from the respective corners, springing on the figure. Realizing his helplessness their antagonist grunted a surrender.