After a dubious instant Perry chuckled, and then Ossie, and presently they were clinging to each other convulsively in the middle of the unknown road and sending shrieks of laughter up to the starlit sky.
Over an hour later they reached the landing.

Both tenders were gone.

The _Follow Me_ was dark, but a faint light still burned aboard the _Adventurer_.

Perry cupped his hands and sent a hail across the water.

A sleepy response was followed by the sound of someone tumbling into the dingey and then by the measured creak of oars.