Terry circled and banked and finally landed on the water within hailing distance of the boat. Mackey Jones, himself, in one of the smaller craft, rowed close and demanded to know what she wanted.
“I want those two young men you have there,” said Terry, with decision in her voice.
“We haven’t seen any young men,” answered the fisherman.
Terry laughed. “Then you’ve got poor eyesight. We saw them from the air. We also saw you shove them down the hatchway. You’d better bring them out quickly, if you don’t want trouble.”
“Nothing doing! I’ve got my orders.”
“Who from?” asked Terry. “What will he pay you?”
“He’ll pay a good price. I work hard for my money, and fifty dollars isn’t picked up so easy.”
“Fifty dollars? Did he give it to you?” called Dan.
“No, but he promised he would. Anyway I’ve got the boys and he won’t get them till he gives me the fifty dollars.”
“I’ll pay you sixty,” said Terry, “and all you’ll have to do for that extra ten spot is to row the boys from your boat to the plane. That’s easy money. Is it a bargain?”