She was evidently, in fact, obliged, as she had taken that course, to tack at last, and then run straight almost back again; but it would lead her along by the north coast and probably mean escape.
"Schooner captain doesn't know his way through the Narrows, then," said Vince thoughtfully, as they stood watching the now distant schooner.
"I suppose not.

Why, he could easily have got round and saved all that." "I say," cried Vince, "never mind about old Jacques: smugglers are blackguards, and ought to be caught." "Yes, of course." "Well, then, let's tell the cutter captain how to get through the narrows and cut the schooner off." "I couldn't.

I should send him on the rocks.

Could you ?" "Oh, I could," said Vince.

"Here he comes.