“You can bet I won’t. He’d be off on his old spook tactics again if I did,” responded the Simmons boy with alacrity.
And thus did the lads on board the River Swallow play at cross purposes, little dreaming what mutual benefit might have resulted from a comparison of notes.
Firmly convinced that he had been the victim of a delusion, Harry made his way back to the deck and retraced his steps aft to join Ralph on the bridge.
“Everything all right?” asked the latter.
“Oh, sure.”
“Malvin at his post?”
“Oh, yes. He and Hansen were right on the job. There with both feet.”
“Good. I didn’t feel altogether sure of that Malvin fellow.”
Without further comments Ralph reverted to his duty of steering the River Swallow through swiftly moving currents and eddies, for they were bound up the river. Harry leaned against the rail beside him.
“Whereabouts are we?” he asked as the boat sped along through the darkness.