his head. He looked around at his companions. In the faint radiance from the mysterious schooner, he could make out their faces, pale blurs all fixed on the strange spectacle. He picked out the heavy form of Farnol Greer and moved over to his friend. Under the cover of excited talking and exclamations, he asked in a low tone.
“There was somebody on that schooner this morning, Farnol?”
“Just what I was thinking, sir.”
“He could have hidden from us. You thought he must be crazy—a crazy man would probably have secreted himself.”
“I had it in mind, sir, the very thing.”
“Now could he possibly make a light like this?”
Greer remained silent. The queer fellow never said anything when he had nothing to say.
“I'd like to go over and see,” went on Leonard. “I want one man to row with me. We want to go light and fast.”
“That's me, sir.”
Greer moved instantly to the rope ladder where the dinghy was tied. Madden followed
