“We must be near it now.” A man’s voice, loud in the wind, came to her out of the darkness.
“Not yet. Look at the light those kids have got on the other island. It must be another hundred yards at least.”
“I can hear something. I bet it’s not far now. Go a bit easier.”
There was a crash somewhere close ahead.
“Told you, you blamed fool. You’ve blooming well smashed the blighted boat.”
“Get out and pull her up, then.”
“Take your hat off the lamp and let’s have a bit of light.”
There was a splash, and then the noise of a boat being pulled up over stones. Then there was a glimmer and a flash of a bicycle lamp.
“Boat’s all right. Lost a bit of paint maybe. Lucky for us she isn’t stove in.”
“Give us a hand with the box, then. Nobody’ll look for it here.”
“They will if you keep flashing that lamp about. Much better take it with us.”
“We can’t carry that thing on a motor bicycle. Have to bring a car for it.”
“Blast it. Why didn’t you bring a chisel to smash it open?”
“Clever. Who’d have thought he’d keep the stuff in a thing like that. It’ll take more than a chisel to get that open.”
“It’s a fool game, anyway.”