“I sure wish Hap were here,” Jack said uneasily. “I wish—”
He stiffened. A small boat had grated against the Shark’s hull.
“Must be our boatman,” War muttered. “We told him to stay.”
The Scouts waited rather tensely, listening. A moment later they heard heavy steps on the deck above them.
Motioning for the others to remain where they were, Jack moved noiselessly to the companionway.
Cautiously, he peered out on deck. His worst fears were confirmed. It was not their boatman who had come aboard, but Captain Carter!
Chapter 8
CONTRABAND
Jack slipped back into the hold to report to his companions.
“It’s the old boy himself,” he whispered. “We’re in a pickle!”
“What do we do now?” War asked. “Hide?”