Quickly the four Rovers dragged the two boxes to a small dune which rose in front of the dark cliff. Working fast, they dug deep holes and buried the ammunition. Then they smoothed out their own footprints left on the sand.
“Well, that’s done!” Willie said, wiping perspiration from his forehead. “Think anyone saw us?”
“I dunno,” War returned, scanning the cliffs above the beach. “A native woman has been standing there for a minute or two.”
“It’s that old gal with the parrot,” Ken recognized her. “She’s watching us all right!”
“Think she saw us bury the boxes?” Jack asked uneasily.
“It’s hard to tell.”
“Even if she did, she wouldn’t know what was in ’em,” Willie said, taking the cheerful view. “Let’s move off before she gets suspicious.”
Accepting his advice, the others sauntered casually along the shore. However, as they walked, they kept an alert gaze upon the cliff, and they also watched the sea for evidence of other boxes.
“That native woman is leaving,” Ken presently reported in an undertone. “We won’t need to be so careful now.”
Selecting a spot not far from the dune where the contraband cargo had been buried, the four Rovers sat down to watch the sea.