“We have a right to find out about our cargo,” Willie insisted. “Haven’t we waited all day? I need some of my stuff.”
“We can’t take anything,” Jack pointed out. “Every box will have to pass customs.”
“Inspection doesn’t amount to much in this port,” Willie scoffed. “Let’s see if we can locate our boxes.”
“Even if we do, we’re not taking any of them from the Shark,” Jack said firmly.
“Okay,” Willie agreed. “It won’t do any harm to look around though.”
Descending to the hole, the Scouts quickly found a compartment where a pile of boxes had been stored. All were marked in the name of the Scout organization.
“Say, this one is water-stained,” War observed, pointing to a box on the top of the stack. “It’s the one that went overboard when Captain Carter loaded for the trip.”
“Hope nothing was ruined,” War said anxiously. “Let’s have a look.”
“Better not,” Ken advised.
“It’s our stuff, isn’t it?” War demanded, taking out his Scout knife.