“Obey the signal, boys! If you don’t, we’ll fill you full of lead! You know what three blue lights mean!”
Much to the amazement of the boys, the motors ceased their clatter and the Rambler lay swaying just at the edge of the current.
“Do you mind that now?” whispered Case. “The pirates on board the Rambler don’t know that the outer walls are all bullet-proof!”
CHAPTER XXV.—GRATEFUL NIGHT-RIDERS.
The next moment the great flashlight on the prow of the Rambler blazed out over the waters.
“Why!” exclaimed Clay, “that’s our boat, and there’s some one holding three blue lights up on a stick!”
“Yes,” exclaimed Jule, fairly dancing up and down in his excitement, “and that little monkey in the prow is Alex! He’s the one that’s holding up the three blue lights! Now where do you suppose he got that layout?”
“He has a way of picking things out of the atmosphere!” laughed Case.
“Looks like a scene in a play!” cried Jule.
“That would be a mighty good place to drop a curtain!” suggested Case.