“It’s one that Captain Carter dumped last night!” Jack asserted, turning it over. “What wretched luck that it had to wash up here!”
“And another is coming in!” War exclaimed, sighting a container which was rolling and twisting in the heavy sea.
The wave broke on the sand, leaving its telltale debris behind. War waded through ankle-deep water to drag the second box high on the beach.
“What’ll we do with ’em?” he asked.
“If these boxes are found here, custom officials are certain to hear about it,” Ken declared in a worried voice. “We don’t dare let the stuff lie.”
Quickly he scanned the deserted beach. No one was in sight.
“We could hide ’em—” he suggested slowly.
“Hap might not approve,” Jack replied. “On the other hand, he told the customs men the truth and they accepted his word. Now if we produce this evidence to nail Captain Carter, there’s no telling what wild story he’ll come up with to save his skin.”
“We know he’ll try to involve us deeply,” Ken asserted. “He warned us he’ll make trouble if he can. I’m in favor of hiding the boxes. We can tell Hap later, and if he wants us to dig them up, we’ll have to do it.”
“Okay, let’s get at it!” jack consented. “No time to lose.”