"Yes."
"Then over we go."
A small rope was handy, and lowering this, each slid along it into the waters of the harbor. Then they struck out swiftly but silently; and in a few minutes the fog and darkness hid them completely from view.
It was the best part of an hour before Larry returned to his senses. His head ached as if ready to split open and for several minutes he could not remember where he was or what had occurred.
"Oh, my head!" he groaned. "Oh!" And he turned over and tried to sit up, with the result that he pitched out on the floor of the stateroom. This aroused him and he got up as quickly as he could.
"Those rascals attacked me!" he muttered. "They struck me over the head! I remember now! Oh, how my head spins, just as if I was in a merry-go-round! I wonder"
He dropped on the berth and snatched away the pillow. One glance was sufficient to show him how he had been robbed.
"That's why they attacked me!" he cried. "Wonder where they are now? Perhaps they ran away from the ship!"
Leaping up again he stepped to the door, and
