"It'll soon be here," he muttered. "Guess I'd better lower the sail. It won't do to have it up when the squall strikes."
He rose to his feet and was making his way across the pile of stones, when a motor-boat sputtered near, and slowed down close alongside. There were two men on board, one steering, and the other at the engine.
"Is this the 'Eb and Flo'?" the former asked.
"Guess so," was the reply. "What d'ye want?"
At once the motor-boat was made fast to the deck-rail, and the two men climbed on board. Such liberty was not at all pleasing to Eben. His fists doubled and his eyes expressed anger. He recognised one of the visitors as Donaster, the man from whom Jess Randall had fled. He did not like the look upon his face nor his insolent manner. What right had these men to come on boar
