invisible from the point they had rounded.

"Look here, Bragg," he said, turning to Marion's friend, in a voice
which was distinctly audible to Mrs. Bunker. "What are we to say to
these people?"

"There's only one," returned the other. "The man's at sea. His wife's
here. She's all right."

"You said she was one of us?"

"After a fashion. She's the woman who helped Marion when he was here. I
reckon he made it square with her from the beginning, for she forwarded
letters from him since. But you can tell her as much or as little as you
find necessary when you see her."

"Yes, but we must settle that NOW," said Bragg sharply, "and I propose
to tell her NOTHING. I'm against having any more petticoats mixed up
with our affairs. I propose to make an examination of the place without
bothering our heads about her."

"But we must give some reason for coming here, and we must ask her to
keep dark, or we'll have her blabbing to the first person she meets,"
urged the other.

"She's not likely to see anybody before night, when the brig will be in
and the men and guns landed. Move on, and let Jim take soundings off
the cove, while I look along the shore. It's just as well that there's
a house here, and a little cover like this"--pointing to the
shrubbery--"to keep the men from making too much of a show until after