“What those fellows said.”
“What fellows?” asked Bob.
“Why, those two men who were out here,” Frank said impatiently. “I believe you were actually asleep.”
“Guess I was,” said Bob, yawning. “But what was it they said? And were they talking to you?”
“They were whispering to each other,” said Frank. “I didn’t mean to listen. But they raised their voices,
and I overheard. Then one of them looked our way—to see if we heard, I suppose—and they got up and left.”
“Well, what was it?” demanded Jack.
“Shh,” said Frank, nervously. “The door’s open and that man—the one that got suspicious of us—is staring out at us. Listen,” he whispered, “I’m going in to talk to Uncle George. You fellows stretch and yawn presently and get up and go to our stateroom. Then pretty soon I’ll bring Uncle George in, and we can shut the door and I’ll tell you.”
[CHAPTER II—LOOSE ENDS OF A PLOT]
“Now, what is it, Frank?” asked Mr. Temple, when he and the three chums were all gathered in their staterooms with the door locked behind them. “What’s all this mystery?”