“I’ll tell you what I thought of doing,” he answered “By the way Charley Sheldon spoke, I should judge that he expects to see the Alert start from Glen’s Creek; so, I think, it would be a good plan, as soon as the breeze springs up, to have the Champion and Alert drop down Ducks’ Creek, and let the former run out and start for the island.  The coast-guards will not give chase, of course, but will think it is only a ruse of ours to make them believe that the Alert is going to start from the same place, and that will make them watch Glen’s Creek closer than ever, and the Alert will have a chance to get a good start before they can hoist their sails, and, while they are after her, Ben and I will run out and land our goods.”

“That’s the way to do it,” said William, approvingly.  “We will fool them so completely that they will not want to hear of smugglers again for six months.”

“Let’s go and get some breakfast,” said George.  “Never go to work on an empty stomach, you know.”

“Yes, come on,” said Harry, taking each of the captive coast-guards by the arm; “we never feed our prisoners on half rations.”

After “stowing away” a large supply of bread and milk, the smugglers, in company with their prisoners, again repaired to the boat-house.  By this time it was five o’clock, and the breeze which the coast-guards had predicted began to spring up, and promised to freshen into a capital “sailing wind.”

In a few moments the real provisions were all packed away, as closely as possible, in the Speedwell, and the load was as large as she could well carry, there being scarcely room enough left for the action of the sails.

“I guess we are all ready now,” said Frank; “so, Bill, you might as well drop down Ducks’ Creek and sail out.”

“All right,” answered William.

And he and Thomas clambered down into the boat, with the prisoners, the sails were hoisted, and the Champion was soon hidden from sight by the tall reeds and bushes that lined the banks of the creek.

“Now, Harry,” continued Frank, “Ben and I will take our boat and hide behind the point, and, in about five minutes, you may follow the Champion.”

“Now, make use of your best seamanship,” said Ben.  “You can lead them a long chase, if you try.”

“I assure you that we will do our best,” said George.

The Speedwell’s sails were hoisted, and Frank took his seat at the helm, while Ben placed himself so as to assist in managing the sails.  Brave took his usual station in the bow, and they moved slowly down the creek.

The point of which Frank had spoken was a long, low neck of land, covered with trees, which completely concealed the mouth of Glen’s Creek.  In a few moments they reached this point, and the Speedwell’s bow ran high upon the sand, and the boys sprang out, and hurried over to the other side of the point, to watch the proceedings on the river, while Brave, at his master’s command, remained in the boat.  Concealing themselves behind a large log, they waited impatiently for the appearance of the Champion.