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"Yes; saw you come in. If it hadn't been so dark you'd have

recognized the Nettie not far away." Code, remembering the time

of night they arrived, knew this to be impossible, for it is dark

at six in September. He had barely been able to make out the

lines of the nearest schooners.

A man was standing like a statue at the wheel, and, as he put the

vessel over on the port tack, his face came brightly into the

sun. It was 'Arry Duncan. Code had not been wrong, then, in

thinking that he had seen the man's face in St. Pierre.

"Fine traitor you've got there at the wheel," said Schofield.

"He'll do you brown some day."

"I don't think so. Just because he did you, doesn't prove

anything. He was in my employ all the time, and getting real

money for his work."

"So it was all a plot, eh?" said Code dejectedly. "I give you

credit, Burns, for more brains than I ever supposed you had.

What's become of Pete Ellinwood and the Lass?"