might go to show that they made offers to him to have him help them in their wicked plans, and he refused. That made them turn against him, and"
"I see, Blake! You mean that, maybe, after all, he left because he was afraid of the wreckers, and not because he had done anything wrong?"
"That's it, Joe. Of course, it's all guess work on our part, so far, and I think the best thing we can do is to go to the lighthouse and tell Mr. Stanton all we've seen and heard. He may be able to advise us, even if he is an old man. At any rate, he'll know what police or government officers to go to, so we can catch these wreckers."
"That's right, Blake. Come on. I guess we can go down on the beach now. Those fellows won't venture out into the open after us, I don't believe."
"No, they seem to have given up the chase," replied Blake, and the two lads were soon down on the shore.
A look around showed no signs of the supposed wreckers, and a little later the two lads were in the lighthouse telling their story to the wondering and amazed keeper.
"So that's how the scoundrels are planning to work; are they?" cried the old man. "Going to duplicate my light, and fool the poor sailors!
