CHAPTER VI
ABOARD THE SCHOONER

“Where are you from?”

“Are you government spies?”

“They look pretty young for spies,” announced one of the men, as he faced Jack.

“What do you mean by slamming into our boats in this fashion?” roared one elderly fellow, a man with an ugly scar on his jaw. “Do you want to send us all to Davy Jones’ Locker?”

“Better search ’em, Jim. They may be heeled,” muttered another.

“Here, what do you fellows want?” demanded Ralph.

“Who are you? Do you own this boat?” questioned the man with a scar.

“It belongs to my father.”