“Poor Mary Jane,” sighed Dorothy as they tidied up. “She was a staunch old thing. I wonder what Yancy will soak Dad for her?”
“Nothing. Uncle Sam pays for that boat. She went down on government service, didn’t she?”
“That’s good news,” smiled Dorothy. “Now, that’s the last plate. Let’s go along the beach. I’m getting worried about those boxes of diamonds. Do you think they’ll be there, all right?”
“Sure to be. Unless somebody has landed on this island while we were busy with the eats. Come along and we’ll see.”
Chapter XII
THE NOTEBOOK
“Do you really think they’ll be where we left them, Bill?”
“Why sure! You’re not worrying, are you?”
The two were hurrying along the beach toward the spot where Dorothy had dropped to the sand and fallen asleep.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, it’s Uncle Sam’s loot, not ours. And I reckon he cares more about knowing how the smuggling was done than the contraband itself, anyway.”