“Have you got motor supplies?” Clay called back.
“What kind of supplies?”
“Spark plugs,” was the answer.
“Come on board and we’ll fit you out.”
“That’s the talk!” Jule shouted.
“Where are you bound for?” called out a man on the deck of the Hawk.
“Just down the river,” Clay answered.
The man who had been speaking from the freight deck of the Hawk now turned away and conversed for a moment with two men who had been listening to the conversation. As the fellow talked, he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, significantly, at the Rambler.
“I don’t like the looks of this!” Clay declared.
“Then let’s cut it out,” replied Jule.