“What do you mean—mystery?” Ferd asked.
Before the girls could answer a sharp cry from Paul jerked their eyes back to him.
“Look!” he cried, one hand on the wheel and the other pointing excitedly before them to a dark something which loomed suddenly out of the mist. “There! To starboard. We’ll bump it sure!”
CHAPTER XXI
THE BOYS ARE INTERESTED
For a moment the girls were too terrified to speak. And the next moment they could not have spoken if they had wanted to, for The Shelling collided so suddenly with whatever it was that had risen out of the mist that they had all they could do to keep from being thrown to the deck.
Then Paul gave a cry of joy and sprang wildly to the side of the boat.
“Say, how’s this for luck, fellows?” he cried. “I thought it was another boat and that we were bound for Davy Jones’ locker sure, and here it’s the dock instead. Say, talk about luck! I’ll say it’s grand!”