od the
mate's aversion to everyone and everything that was not working
directly for the good of the cause. "They are only an incentive to extra
caution, which you must admit is an admirable thing for me." Suarez
shook his head doubtfully as he went forward to get the boat in the
water and O'Connor laughed at his officer's crochet.
A boat was quickly lowered and manned, and O'Connor was rowed to the
point of land that separated the lagoon from the ocean. He made his way
to a group of men who, in the shelter of some palm trees, were watching
the red and green lights of an approaching vessel.
"Can you make her out?" asked O'Connor, eagerly.
"No, sir. We have no glasses. Perhaps you can tell what she is."
O'Connor took a long look at the lights, which were yet mere specks.
"I can't make her out yet," he said, as he lowered his glasses, "but
whoever she is she must know the coast hereabouts pretty well to head in
so close."
He sat down with his back to one of the trees and his face to the sea
and rolled a cigarette. He smoked calmly for ten minutes and then put
his glasses to his eyes again.
"She's a gunboat," he said finally. "Let me know in fifteen minutes if
she still holds her course."
He turned back to his boat and was rowed rapidly back to the _Mariella_.
Suarez met him at the gangway.
"Did you make her out, sir?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, she's a gunboat--I think our old friend the _Belair_, and if it be
she there is no significance in her presence here. She has probably been
cruising up and down the coast since we left her trying to solve the
mystery of our sudden disappearance. But in any event you better prepare
for the worst; but quietly, Suarez, quietly. We do not want to alarm the
ladies unnecessarily."
"Bother the ladies," grumbled Suarez to himself, as he went forward to
carry out the captain's orders. O'Connor leaned on the rail facing the
black point of land that hid them from view. Presently a boat put out
from the shore and as she came under the _Mariella's_ quarter, O'Connor
whispered:
"Well?"
"Only the red light shows now, sir," answered a man in the small boat.
"She has changed her course, then. Good. Keep a sharp lookout and let me
know at once if she changes again."
"It seems to be steady, sir. I think she has come to anchor."
"Whew," whistled O'Connor; "that's bad."
The little boat put back to shore and O'Connor stood leaning over the
rail in deep thought. Meanwhi
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