Making the affair a pleasure jaunt the lads lost no time in loading the cases aboard the truck. Merrily they set off for the dock.
Upon arriving in the vicinity of his vessel the captain shed his jovial air like an overcoat. He bawled out orders to his crew, emphasizing his commands with sundry fistic punctuations. The men evidently knew with whom they had to deal, for they fell to the work with a will.
The boys turned back to the hotel to secure their hand baggage.
A small cart drawn by two huge dogs was approaching. In the vehicle were some milk cans. The figure of a woman guided the strange team.
“This is rather early for the milklady!” laughed Jimmie.
“That’s no woman!” declared Jack. “Look at that walk!”
“That’s Mackinder!” Jimmie cried. “See the scar on his hand!”