The four, huddled in the darkness of the cabin, drew long trembling breaths.
“Lav, those diamonds are on this boat!”
“Sh—h. I know it. But we got to be careful. They haven’t gone yet. We got to wait. And we’ll wait until we find ’em. Damn them I’ll show them who’s crooked!”
“Hush,” implored Sidney. “Of course you will”
“Isn’t it most morning? I—I wish I was home,” quavered Pola; but no one paid any heed to her.
With the howling of the wind, the slap-slap of the water, it was difficult to make out whether the men had left the boat or not. Once Lav crawled to the top of the companion ladder but a muttering like a human voice drove him back. Queer sounds struck upon their sensitized ears. And the boat seemed to lift to a new motion.
They waited for an interminable time. Then Mart spoke quickly.
“Lav, we’re moving!”
Lav needed no warning. He, too, had missed the pull of the boat on the anchor rope. He shot up the ladder.
“Oh, what’s the matter?” cried Sidney and Pola, forgetting all caution.