“There is trouble,” he said. “They suggest we sink the boat in the creek, but that would ruin the tobacco although the brandy will be all right. Shall we put the bales in the caves?”
“Aye, we’ll do that,” one of the men replied.
They seized the bales from around Fenella and hurriedly carried them into the caves.
Feeling shaken and rather limp, Fenella moved out of, their way noting that Lord Corbury was busy counting out the sovereigns for the crew and handing them to their leader.
“Sink the boat,” he ordered, “and disappear!”
The cork was pulled from the bung-hole and the boat sank quickly just inside the creek.
By now it was light enough to see it disappearing under the surface, and Fenella wondered despairingly if all their efforts had been in vain. But there was little time for i
