“Won’t see much, I guess,” replied her companion.
“Never mind. Let the boat drift. We’re all right out here in the current, are we not?”
“Guess so. It beats my time,” said her friend. “They say there is a lot of smuggling done along the border.”
“Do you say so?” gasped Ruth, clasping her hands and almost as excited as Helen might have been. “Smugglers! Think of it!”
“And bad eggs they are.”
“Of course there is no danger?”
“Danger of what?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t the smugglers hurt us if we caught them?”
“Don’t know. I’ve got a loaded pistol in the cabin. Guess I’ll get it out,” said Chess.
“I guess you won’t!” Ruth exclaimed. “We’ll go right away from here before we get into a fight!”