“Oh, nothing,” responded the youth, and rose up, stretching his arms and yawning. It was plain that he did not wish to be questioned.
“What was that paper?” pursued Frank.
“Oh–that–er—It’s of no consequence,” declared Dave, and walked aft so as not to be further questioned.
“Now, he can’t fool me!” cried Frank, under her breath. “It was something of consequence. I–I’m going to see.”
“I wouldn’t,” said Wyn.
“Why not?”
“Well–whatever it is, it isn’t ours.”
“Pooh!”
“And he evidently didn’t want us to see it.”
“For that very reason I am going to look,” declared Frankie. And the moment Dave was out of sight she sprang across the deck and lifted up the rope enough to pull out the paper.