Henry, who had been studying the near shore through the glasses, lowered them and looked at Francis.
"Shout!" cried the latter. "You have a scheme. It's sticking out all over you. Name it."
"Eight there are the two Tigres islands," Henry elucidated. "They guard the narrow entrance to Juchitan Inlet, which is called El Tigre. Oh, it has the teeth of a tiger, believe me. On either side of them, between them and the shore, it is too shoal to float a whaleboat unless you know the winding channels, which I do know. But between them is deep water, though the El Tigre Passage is so pinched that there is no room to come about. A schooner can only run it with the wind abaft or abeam. Now, the wind favors. We will run it. Which is only half my scheme--"
"And if the wind baffles or fails, sir and
