“I was out rowing and I stepped aboard your boat, which brought me here,” said Terry. “All the way from the lighthouse.”
“Spying on us, eh? Well, young fellow, it will be a sorry night’s work for you.” Benito glared at him. “Where are the others?”
“Still at the lighthouse, I’m afraid,” confessed Terry.
Benito turned to Marcy. “Where did you come from?”
“Been on the boat all night, boss,” explained the other. “I didn’t go up the line at all. I was back in the old cook galley when I heard you come on board, and when I came in this way I saw this boy standing back in the shadows, so I jumped him.”
“Lucky thing you did,” put in Frank. “We’re having entirely too much trouble with these kids.”
“But we won’t have any more with this one,” promised Benito, grimly. “Put him in the cell.”
“I suppose it is no use trying to bluff you fellows into letting me go,” said Terry. “But I’m warning you that you’ll get in big trouble for this.”
“That’s right, young fellow,” cried the lighthouse keeper, who was an interested onlooker. “We’ll make things warm for these boys once we get loose.”
“You’d better worry as to when you’ll be loose first,” sneered Benito. “Put him away, Frank.”