“Perhaps we shall now find out what they are talking about,” whispered Chase, suddenly, “for here comes Tomlinson. Keep your weather-eye open, and be ready for any tricks.”
“I say, lads!” exclaimed the deserter, approaching the place where the boys were at work, “what’s your business here, anyhow? What brought you to Cuba?”
“Didn’t the captain tell you?” asked Chase.
“He didn’t even hint it.”
“Then it isn’t worth while to make inquiries of us. Our business concerns no one but ourselves and our friends.”
“Well, ain’t me and my mates friends of yours? Mebbe we can help you.”
“If the captain had thought so, no doubt he would have taken you into his confidence. Wait until he returns, and talk to him.”
“Where has he gone?”
“I don’t know.”