Chapter 11 THE WAVERING RED LIGHT

"Look, Don. What a strange red light." Pearl, who had been curled like a kitten on the prow of the boat, rose on her elbows to point away to sea.

"Where?" Don asked.

"Over by Witches Cove."

"Plenty of lights on the sea," he grumbled. He was tightening the last bolts in the pride of his life, his sloop with a kicker, which he had whimsicall