The Chesterfield Gold

The Dabchick's spotlight swept round on the scene. 'Quick'! yelled Peter. In its gleam two figures could be seen racing up the bank and disappearing among the trees. 'Confound it,' said Denby. 'They're away.' 'Oh no, they aren't,' said Peter abruptly as he ran to the wheelhouse, grabbed the wheel and twisted it towards the island.