"For the last time, Craddock," shouted the captive angrily, "open that door."
"Sorry, but you must stay there until we get into port," said the Patrol-leader, answering for Peter.
"I'll give you thirty seconds," continued the Scoutmaster. "If by that time I'm not released I'll blow the lock off. I'm armed, I might warn you."
"Don't add attempted murder to smuggling," responded Brandon. "You can't tackle eight of us even if you do get out."
A tremendous thudding announced that the prisoner was attempting to push the door down with his shoulder.
"'Spose he breaks out?" asked Peter dubiously.
"I'll tackle him," replied the Patrol-leader with easy confidence. "He daren't shoot, even if he has a revolver, and I guess I'll knock him out if it comes to fists. Cut on deck, Peter, and take charge. Warn the others and tell a couple of them to keep an eye on the fore-hatch. Signal the Customs Watch-house and tell them."