It was Wednesday. Obviously there was no time to be lost if the ships to sail on Friday were to be saved. The lugger would convey the message to one of the western ports of France, and the enemy’s cruisers would come out in sufficiently large force to cut off the merchantmen and convoy. They could indeed afford to wait a few days, for even if the wind proved favorable for the sailing of the English vessels, they would make such slow progress that a French fleet in pursuit could overhaul them speedily, and, knowing their destination, would probably have little difficulty in finding them. Admiral Horniman must be at once informed of the discovery. The men having by this time returned from their errand on shore, Jack at once hoisted sail and ran back to Portsmouth, keeping well out in the Channel off Luscombe to avoid recognition. The admiral spent five minutes in blowing off a considerable amount of warm language when he heard the story. "The merchantmen shall sail if the wind favors," he said, when he had recovered. "But I’ll increase their escort, and the French shall get an unpleasant surprise, I promise ’em, if they act on the information they’ve got. And that Frenchman at Luscombe, I’ll string him up to the yard-arm. I’ll stop his signaling. I’ll give orders for the tower to be occupied, and every one found there put in irons and clapped under hatches." "I don’t think you’ll find any one there, sir," Jack ventured to suggest. "Fronsac’s hand in glove with the smugglers, that’s the meaning of ’Sandy Cove Saturday.’ If any of our men are seen making a move in Luscombe direction the news will be signaled along the coast. They’d all clear out. Couldn’t we play their own game, sir?" "What d’you mean?" "I don’t exactly see all the way, sir; but what occurred to me was that we might do a little signaling and catch ’em in their own net." "A capital notion! By gad, we’ll do it! We’ll have to let ’em make their run on Saturday?" "Yes, sir, and arrange to signal from the tower next Wednesday." "Very well. I leave it to you. You seem to have got some brains. Come to me if you want any assistance." Before he returned to the _Fury_ Jack scribbled a note to his mother announcing his safe return, and begging her on no account to let the news travel to Bastable Grange. It was better that for the present his cousins should be ignorant of his whereabouts.