"Hush!"
"They come."
A key was heard grating in the rusty lock, and as the boys inclined against the other sacks so as to look as much like one of the pile as possible, the heavy door ground suddenly ajar, and two ugly-looking, black-visaged men entered the shed.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE BLACK TRADE—A TRAFFIC IN DEATH—A PLACE OF HORROR—CAN IT
BE TRUE?—TWO BOYS IN ONE SHROUD—A FIGHT WITH A SHARK—GIVING HIM THE
SACK—DEEP-SEA FISHING ON A NOVEL PLAN.
The two black-looking ruffians looked about them stealthily as though they were on no good errand there.
Then one of them listened at the door awhile.
"You had better lock the door, Fleon," said one of the men. "What we have to do mustn't be overlooked."
"True."