“I’ll go up with you,” answered his brother. “I’m fairly smothered down here.”
Slipping on their sneakers and donning light coats over their pajamas, the two boys left their stateroom, walked through the cabin, and mounted the companionway.
“Some blow coming on now!” cried Andy, as they came out on deck to find the Firefly pitching and tossing in the fierce wind. “I guess we’ll cool off all we want to and then some,” he added grimly.
To get out of the worst of the wind, the boys made their way to the side of the upper cabin. Here there was a corner between the cabin and the yacht’s funnel, and here were a couple of deck chairs where they proceeded to make themselves comfortable.
They were sleepy and had almost dozed off in spite of the wind and the pitching of the yacht when Andy, chancing to look up, saw three figures approaching. They were Leif Olesen and two of the sailors.
The three men were talking in Norwegian, but occasionally said a few words in English. Andy listened for several minutes and then caught his brother by the arm, at the same time placing his hand over Randy’s mouth.
“Listen!” he whispered into his twin’s ear. “See those fellows over there? They are Olesen, the head diver, and two of the sailors that were on this yacht when Captain Corning chartered her. They’re talking about the treasure we are after, and I think they’re up to some trick!”
CHAPTER XXIII
CAUGHT IN A STORM
Aroused from his slumber, Randy was inclined to cry out in alarm. But with his brother’s hand over his mouth he made but little noise, and this was drowned out by the whistling of the wind which kept increasing steadily.