The wind died for a moment and then through the gloom the boys saw that the rowboat was heading directly in toward the face of the cliff. It was not many yards away and as it passed by they heard the harsh voice again.
“Li Chang’s share—” he was saying.
“No, we mustn’t forget that,” they heard a gruff voice reply.
“I hope they get away all right.”
“What are you worrying about? Of course they’ll get away.”
“We’ve been watched, you know.”
“It’s all your imagination. Nobody suspects.”
“Those boys at the house—”
“Just kids. If they come nosing around again we’ll knock one of ’em on the head.”
“I don’t like this rough stuff. It’s dangerous.”