a lightning flash would reveal the little boat, slowly heading in toward the shore.
Suddenly Frank stopped short, grasping his brother by the arm.
"I saw a light ahead."
"I thought I did too. Right on the shore."
They waited. In a moment the light reappeared. It bobbed slowly up and down and appeared to be moving down toward the beach.
"Somebody is going down to meet the boat. It must be one of the gang," declared Frank.
The boys went forward more cautiously. The next flash of lightning showed that Frank's assumption was correct. They could see four men in oilskins trudging down among the rocks. The man in the lead carried a powerful electric lantern that cast a vivid beam of light upon the rain-washed boulders.
They saw that the man in the motorboat was heading toward a small bay that afforded ideal protection from the storm. The entrance was very narrow and great waves dashed over the rocks with showers of white spray, but the man in the boat guided his craft skillfully into the channel. He was in difficulties for a few moments, but by good steering brought the craft around. Then it shot forward, making the channel neatly, and surged down toward the beach.
The men in oilskins were there to meet him.
