He placed the light’s beam over the engine, inch by inch. Suddenly he brought the light’s rays to a fixed spot. Biff bent low.
“Never saw anything like this on one of these engines. Take a look, Li.”
Li bent down beside Biff.
The boys were looking at a crudely made object, resembling a small tin can. It was roughly attached just below the engine’s carburetor.
“Let’s get out of here,” Biff said, swallowing. His throat had become dry and tight. “That thing’s a bomb—a homemade bomb.”
Li was already heading back to the cockpit.
“Alloo there! Ship ahoy!” came a cry from the dock.
Biff and Li burst on deck just as his father and Mr. Mahenili started to step aboard.
“Stay back, Dad! Stay back! There’s a bomb on the boat!” Biff yelled.
Breathlessly, the boys told their fathers of spotting the prowler on board, of the brief tussle, and the results of their investigation.