“Who do you suppose it is?” Jack whispered.
“Don’t know unless it’s the fellows that built this pier,” Bob replied. “Seems to me that I can make out four or five forms there,” he added straining his eyes.
“So can I,” Jack agreed. “But what could have brought them back here?” he asked.
Before Bob could answer a shout reached their ears.
“What are you up to out thar?”
“Don’t answer,” Bob cautioned.
“You no answer, we come find out,” came another shout.
“They’ll find it pretty wet walking,” Jack chuckled.
“I believe it’s the same fellows,” Bob declared. “That voice sounded familiar.”
“Well, I don’t see how they’re going to get us out here,” Rex said.