By this time they had reached the end of the wharf and, for a moment, Bob stood looking at the boat.
"Think we ought to tell uncle?" he asked.
"I don't think, I know," Jack replied decisively. "It can't possibly do any harm, and it may save a lot of trouble."
"Just what I was thinking," Bob agreed as he stepped onto the pier.
There was no one in sight when they stepped on board, except a couple of the sailors, and the boys hurried to the dining salon where they found Wong clearing away the dishes from the table. There was no one else in the room.
"You tlink you gleet dinner now, you have velly well one more tlink coming," he greeted them.
"We're awful sorry, Wong," Bob began, but Wong interrupted.
"No use be solly now. Dinner velly well over."
"But, Wong, old man, we're starving," Jack gave him his most enticing smile.
"You no stlarve till supper."