wreckers without knowing something of the lay of the ground."
"What's best to be done?" asked Tom Cardiff.
"Do nothing to-night," advised the government man. "To-morrow we can take up the trail, and by daylight we may be able to pick up something that will give us a clue. I think they won't try any of their tricks to-night, so it will be safe for us to go back."
The others agreed with this view, and, after looking about the place a little more, and trying, but unsuccessfully, to find clues in the darkness, partly illuminated by the electric torches, they gave it up and started back to the lighthouse.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Blake of Joe, as the two lads reached their boarding house in the little theatrical colony. It was quite late.
"Think of it?" echoed Joe. "I'm terribly disappointed, that's what. I hoped I'd be able to get a start on disproving this accusation against my father."
"Yes, it was a disappointment," agreed Blake.
"And now there's no telling when I can."
"No, not exactly; but, Joe, I have a plan."
"What is it?"
"What's the matter with getting on the trail after these fellows the first thing in the morning. No use waiting any longer, and we can't tell how
