but when I saw you go down I thought better of it."
Ten minutes of precious time had been lost, and now the Flyaway was once more far in the distance. She was heading for shore, and soon the oncoming darkness hid her from view.
"Now what's to be done?" questioned Sam. "She'll slip us sure."
"She can't go very far," answered Harris. "The water-line around here is rather dangerous in the dark."
"Is that a storm coming up? " asked Dick.
"I wouldn't be surprised."
With care they continued on their way, taking the course they surmised their enemies had pursued.
"There is some kind of land!" cried Sam, who was on the watch. "What place is that, Harris?"
"Becker's Cove—so they call it," answered the old tar. "It's not far from Staten Island."
"Do you think they came in here?"
"Perhaps. If they did I reckon they calculate to stay over night."
"Why?"
"Because they'll want a pilot otherwise. It's rather dangerous sailing about here—especially in the dark."
