A dark shadow was thrown by the boat against the lighter background of water—a hovering, ominous shadow of treachery—all the more ominous because neither of the chums were suspecting underhand work there in those peaceable waters off the British town of Belize.
CHAPTER XX.
THE HIDDEN SNARE.
“Ahoy, yourself!” shouted Bob. “What do you want?”
“Dar’s a gemman here, Marse Cap’n, dat wants tuh come on bo’d,” answered the voice of Sambo.
“Who is he?”
Here another form pushed forward and another voice took up the conversation.
“Are you Bob Steele?” asked the voice.
“Yes.”
“You have charge of the submarine while Captain Nemo, junior, is sick?”