“The French must have shifted them,” Kennedy muttered. “They might be in Hispaniola by now.” He lifted his head, sniffing the air.
“I smell it, too,” Dickert said. “Something’s cooking.”
“If we smell their cooking fires,” MacKim said, “they’re a lot closer than Hispaniola.”
Kennedy moved them a hundred yards away from the water’s edge, where the forest belt eased into an area of dry scrub.
“We’ll make our base here for now,” he said quietly. “Corporal Parnell, take your section along the coast to find out how far this inlet extends. If you find Dolphin, report back immediately.”
Dolphin,“Yes, sir.” Parnell signalled to his men.
“Sergeant MacKim,” Kennedy said. “I want you to return the way you came. We’re not looking for wreckage now, but for two ships. They may be anchored offshore
