“Hey there!” called the boy from the boat. “When do I get that fifty cents? You fellers clean forgot me.”
“I will pay him, Dick,” said Buckhart.
Brad paused to pay the boy, but Dick turned at once toward the main saloon of the magnificent yacht.
The singular and unexpected return of Del Norte had filled the boy with wonderment and speculation.
The Sachem was large enough to have a number of staterooms, and Dick turned at once toward the one occupied by Frank and himself.
To his surprise through the keyhole of the door to this room he saw a gleam of light.
“What’s this?” he exclaimed, in a low tone. “There’s a light in that room!”
Softly stepping to the door, he stooped and peered through the keyhole.
Some one was in the room, for he saw the person moving, but the room was very small, and the person was so near the door that Dick could not tell who it was.
Immediately the boy seized the knob of the door and flung it open.