“The same man who followed us in the streets of London!”
“By George! You don’t mean it. Why haven’t we seen him before?”
“He is wearing a thick mustache. I don’t suppose I would have recognized him now if I hadn’t caught a side glimpse of his face.”
“Are you sure he is the man?”
“There is no question about it.”
“But what do you suppose he is doing here, skulking about the deck?”
“I don’t know, but he is up to no good, I’ll warrant.”
“You are right. Let’s follow him and see where he goes.”
“Good! Come on!”
Stealthily the lads followed in the steps of the sailor, keeping well in the shadow and far enough behind to prevent discovery.