'
'It isn't exactly a salubrious spot,' Ken answered with a smile. 'The
"Lizzie" has been chucking her 15-inchers into the town whenever she
hadn't anything else to do.'
For the next two hours the launch nosed her way cautiously
south-westwards, through the wet smother. Most of the time she kept fairly
close under the Asiatic shore. There were fewer forts that side, and less
danger therefore of attracting attention.
During the whole of that time she never sighted so much as a rowing boat.
The Straits were as empty as a country lane on a winter night.
About eleven Ken, who had done another spell of stoking, went forward
again to where his father kept his ceaseless watch.
'Getting near the Narrows, aren't we?' he asked in a low voice.
'We are, Ken. If my reckoning is right Nagara Point is almost on our port
bow.'
'There's a light of some sort just ahead, sir,' said Morgan from the
wheel.
'I see it too,' said Ken quickly. 'Can it be from the fort?'
Quickly the captain rang to slow still more.
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