“Yes, it is,” said Don, stepping on deck. The others followed, and Jim tied the dinghy to the stern.
“Thought likely it was,” the leader of the two went on. “Nice boat.”
“It surely is,” Don agreed, waiting. He felt sure that the man wanted him to open the companionway slide, and he had no intention of doing so. The shorter of the two men was standing back of him, evidently waiting.
“You—you don’t want to sell it, do you?” the leader asked.
Don shook his head. “No, it isn’t for sale. I don’t think you would have any trouble in having one like it built, though.”
“I couldn’t wait for one to be built,” the heavy man murmured. He turned to his companion. “Come on, Frank, time we were getting along. Thanks for letting us look it over, boys.”
“You are welcome,” Don replied. The men entered their boat and pulled rapidly for the shore.
“I don’t know that we could help letting them look at it,” Jim remarked.
“We couldn’t,” Don agreed, sliding back the hatch. “I wonder who those guys were? They must have come aboard while we were getting dressed.”
“Maybe they belong to the marine gang, and were looking us over,” Terry suggested.