“Then somebody is still close. How long ago?——”
“I don’t—know—I passed out——”
“Hey—everybody—yoo-hoo!” Larry cupped his hands and began to shout in various directions.
The crash and call of the beaters coming in began to grow louder.
Unexpectedly, from the water of the inlet, and yet in a muffled, unnatural tone, there came the sputtering roar of a motor.
“What’s that?” cried Dick.
“One of the airplanes—somebody’s in the hangar——”
“No, Sandy, it’s from the water.”
“But there’s no boat out—the only boat with an engine is the hydroplane——”
“The yacht tender’s tied to the wharf,” Dick reminded Larry.