Rick looked, and let out a yell. "Steve! Steve Ames!" In the next moment he could have bitten his tongue out, because it was entirely possible that Steve wasn't traveling under his own identity.
Ames was an athletic-looking young man in a white suit and Panama hat. He stopped at Rick's hail, turned, and waited for the boys to catch up. His face split in a pleased grin.
Rick breathed his relief. Evidently Steve didn't mind being called by name.
The boys knew Steve as Spindrift's contact with JANIG, the Joint Army-Navy Intelligence Group for which Spindrift had worked in the past, once to solve The Whispering Box Mystery, and again to track down the secret of The Caves of Fear.
"Wonder what he's doing here?" Scotty muttered.
"We'll soon find out," Rick said.
Steve greeted them cordially. "What brings you two wanderers to these shores?"
"We were about to ask the same of you," Rick returned.
Steve grinned at the obvious curiosity in the boys' faces. "Nothing very exciting. I'm here on a little vacation. Swimming."
"What kind of swimming?" Scotty wanted to know.