Directly a sharp whistle sounded from below, and then the lights of a steamer flashed into view around the bend. Jule put his hand to the switch but brought it away once more when the lights turned toward the Hawk, still lying near the Indiana shore, motionless.
“Now,” Mike said in a moment, “if we could only get this consarned boat off this idiotic bar, we’d be able to slide out of sight while that gold-laced officer is listening to the lies the captain of the Hawk will tell him. Prime liar, that fellow is!”
Standing on the deck with all close individual sounds shut out by the wash of the waters and the roaring of the trees, they saw the steamer head directly toward the Hawk, then in a moment the pirate craft was ablaze with light.
“Crafty chap, that captain!” Mike declared. “He knows he’s been observed, and so lights up.”
Jule could wait no longer. With one motion of his hand, he turned the switch and the strong prow light flashed out over the river. Gid sprang toward the boy with a leveled revolver.
CHAPTER VII.—THE TRAINING OF TEDDY.
“You confounded idiot!” shouted Mike, catching his companion by the arm. “Do you want to bring that police boat over here inside of two minutes? If you do, just fire that gun.”
“Look what he did!” almost panted Gid, in a heat of rage. “He turned on the light, and they’ll be over here as soon as they get done with the Hawk.”
“Can’t be helped now!” declared Mike.
During this short conversation Jule stood regarding the men intently, his face pale but his eyes flashing with the spirit of defiance which was in his heart. Mike regarded him whimsically.