“Not yet,” agreed Nicky, and Tom and Cliff shook their heads.
“I vote for the inside channel,” Nicky added.
“So do I!”
“I do, too,” Cliff completed the vote.
“Then, tomorrow, we will pilot the Belle through by using the dinghy ahead to look out for coral,” Mr. Neale said.
“Let’s not mention it to Sam in the dark,” Nicky urged. “His face will show his feelings better in the morning and we will surprise him.” It was agreed to take Nicky’s way.
“Look—over there!” Tom said under his breath; he clutched Cliff’s arm, and pointed. They all turned.
“Do you mean on that little Key—where the single tree is—that bluish light!” Nicky demanded.
“Yes! Isn’t it queer? See—Mr. Neale! It’s—it’s moving!”
Tom’s clutch on Cliff’s arm tightened.