The boys, at Frank’s request, did not increase the speed of the Rambler. Instead, they loitered in order that the Señorita might come up with them.
“What’s the notion?” asked Alex. “You ain’t going to give up those maps, are you, Frank!”
“Did you met this Señor Lewiso while on shore?” Frank answered the question with another, as the steamer came abreast of the Rambler.
The boy shook his head.
“We were too busy doing those other chaps out of the maps,” he said.
When the Señorita came abreast the young man with the scar on his face was seen on deck, gazing impudently at the boys.
“Fine day!” yelled Jule, making a wry face.
Clay gave a gesture of disapproval, but the boy went on:
“Is this your river?”
There was no answer whatever from Señor Lewiso, but someone not in view called out, in good English: