“Just the same, he’s there!” laughed Harry.
“Well, then,” stated Jimmie, with a sigh of resignation, “we are in for another siege of it. I never knew it to fail! Just as quickly as we get going somewhere and a Boy Scout shows up there’s trouble ahead and lots of it! Why can’t they stay home?”
“Now, Jimmie,” cautioned Ned, “you know we’ve never in all our adventures found a Boy Scout that really brought us ill luck. Sometimes they’ve caused us a lot of trouble, but usually they help!”
“That’s true, too, but I wish we could get home to the little old U. S. A. without mixing up in this ‘U-13’ business with the Boy Scouts!”
“Maybe it’ll come out all right after all,” soothed Ned.
“Maybe,” reluctantly agreed Jimmie. “I say, Harry,” he continued, “let me take those glasses. I want to see what that fellow’s like.”
Long and eagerly the lad peered through the binoculars.
“I see him!” he cried, presently. “He’s going up the foreshrouds! I’ll bet he’s working his passage on that steamer!”
“What’s he doing on the foreshrouds?” asked Ned.
“It looks as if something had fouled at the fore top,” replied Jimmie. “He’s going up to clear it, I guess. Oh, look!” the boy shouted. “He’s falling! He’s broken one of the ratlines and is falling!”