“We are certainly having our share of hard luck,” was Gif’s comment. “But, never mind, I guess we’ll be out of it in an hour or two.”
“We can’t get out any too quickly for me,” muttered Spouter, who cared for the water less than any of the others.
Suddenly Fred uttered a cry which was taken up by the twins. All had seen something ahead on their left.
“Looked like a small boat to me,” declared the youngest Rover.
“It was a boat! A motor craft something like this one!” declared Randy.
“And it was loaded with boxes,” put in his twin.
“Why in the name of common sense didn’t they toot a horn, or something?” burst out Ralph. “We might have run right into them!”
“Did you say she was loaded with boxes?” questioned Jack, of his cousin.
“She sure was, Jack.”
“Then maybe she didn’t want to be seen,” answered the young major, grimly. “Those boxes may have been filled with liquor taken from some rum ship standing off the coast. I saw in a newspaper only last week that the rum ships were standing off the coast all the way from Maine to Florida. All they have to do is to keep outside of the legal limit.”