They turned a corner of the street that led straight out on the long pier, and there caught sight of a cloud of smoke in the moonlight, and saw dancing flames near the surface of the water. Then Frank uttered a cry of alarm:
"It's our boat—the Gull—she's on fire!" he yelled.
CHAPTER XII
THE STRANGER AGAIN
Frank and Andy ran as they had never run before. Out on the long pier they speeded, their eyes turned toward their boat which they could now hardly see on account of the haze of smoke.
"How do you think it happened?" panted Andy.
"Don't know. We've got to get the fire out first, and think afterward.
Come on, leg it faster!"
Once more they heard the cries of fire.
"That's Bob Trent!" called Frank. "There he goes out in his boat!
We'll have to get some sort of a pump."
"That's—right!" gasped Andy.