Then almost instantly, a rope was thrown out, exactly on the point of the quay where we had stood.
Leaning forward, Wells could discern that the rope was seized by one of the mariners, who had leaped ashore.

Then we heard a grappling-iron scrape along the ground.
Some moments later, steps crunched upon the sand.

Two men came up the ravine, and went onward toward the edge of the woods, guiding their steps by a ship lantern.
Where were they going?
Was Black Rock Creek a regular hiding place of the "Terror ?" Had her commander a depot here for stores or provisions?
Did they come here to restock their craft, when the whim of their wild voyaging brought them to this part of the continent?
Did they know this deserted, uninhabited spot so well, that they had no fear of ever being discovered here?
"What shall we do ?" whispered Wells.
"Wait till they return, and then--" My words were cut short by a surprise.

The men were not thirty feet from us, when, one of them chancing to turn suddenly, the light of their lantern fell full upon his face.
He was one of the two men who had watched before my house in Long Street! I could not be mistaken! I recognized him as positively as my old servant had done.

It was he; it was assuredly one of the spies of whom I had never been able to find any further traces! There was no longer any doubt, my warning letter had come from them.