"Which we certainly do not."
"Suppose you go back to the boat, and get it ready," replied the young machinist after a moment's thought. "We may wish to leave in a hurry."
"All right."
"I can trust you?" he added, with a smile.
"Trust me? Just you try me, that's all!" and with a toss of her head, Meg darted away into the bushes, and was lost to sight.
At the same instant Mont caught hold of Jack and dragged him behind the cabin.
"I just saw Mosey and this Pooler through those trees yonder!" he exclaimed. "They'll be here in another moment!"
"Let's go below at once. We want to get the 'lay of the land,' and secure the best place we can," returned the young machinist, leading the way back to the cabin.
They found several staterooms, all but one of which were locked. The open one seemed to be as inviting a place as any, and this they entered, closing the door carefully behind them.
They were none too soon, for hardly had they settled in the place before they heard the two men clamber on board.