“Fine! Oh, they’ve made a raise since we saw them trying to steal the Rambler!”
“That is why I failed to hear or see anything of them along the river as we came up,” Frank mused.
“So, when you were watching night and day that is why!” Case cried. “Did you think they would walk up?”
“I thought that they, being down on their luck, would be obliged to make their way from town to town on tramp trading vessels, and that I might hear of them somewhere.”
“They look like they owned a yacht of their own now,” Jule put in. “They sure have robbed a bank somewhere.”
“Go on with your story,” Clay suggested, as the Señorita left the dock and started up stream. “If you have good luck you may be able to tell us what is going on before that steamer comes up with us.”
“Of course,” Jule said, taking up the story, “Alex had to follow the Englishmen into a restaurant, where they were eating some funny contraption and drinking something that looked like rum. They were so busy they did not see us at first—busy over papers which looked like maps they took from their pockets!”
“Maps!” echoed Frank, excitedly.
“Yes, maps, and they laid the bunch of papers down on the table, and they looked good to me, and so I sent Captain Joe after them.”
“You did?” shouted Clay and Case in a breath. “Did he get them?”