“That hasn’t anything to do with it. What I want to talk about is mutiny. Have you made any preparations to quell a mutiny?”
“Say, kid, are you crazy? Mutiny?”
“Mr. Dunn, there’s always mutiny on a treasure hunt. Did you ever hear of a ship going after buried treasure without the crew turning on the owners? Why, it can’t be done. There—there wouldn’t be any story if there wasn’t a mutiny.”
Mr. Dunn looked like he was going to lose his senses.
“Say, what are you talking about?”
Catty lowered his voice. “Mutiny. And you’ve got one on your hands. Twenty men—maybe more. The plot’s all made. It’s apt to break any minute.”
“Are you talking sense?”
“We are telling the truth, and you’ve got to believe it.”
“How did you come here?”
“We were the ghosts last night,” says Catty. “We sneaked through the wire and hid under the tarpaulin that covered your pile of supplies.”