The tide had risen somewhat since the
robbers had landed, which would make the task much easier.
The fog was now thicker than ever, which made it necessary to advance
very cautiously. Rod crouched in the bow, with his eyes fixed intently
ahead. For a time he could see nothing, as everything was blotted out
by the fog. The heavy moisture dampened his clothes, and drifted into
his face. Phil was seated astern, shivering with cold and fear. He
had no liking for this adventure, and would rather be back on the yacht.
Presently Rod caught sight of the motor-boat, and whispered to the
captain to go slow. Soon they were near the shore, and as they drew up
close to the strange craft they found that she was floating on the
rising tide, and was almost adrift. With difficulty the captain
suppressed a chuckle of satisfaction, as he quickly made a rope fast to
the motor-boat, gave it to Rod, seized once more his oars, and swung
the tender about, and drew away from the shore. When at a safe
distance from land he fastened the rope to the bow of the motor-boat,
tied it to the seat of the tender, and then with a sigh of relief
settled down to long steady strokes. Not a word was spoken now, but
the three night adventurers thrilled with excitement.
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