“No time for another,” said Dave.
Johnny stared once more at the blue-black darkness before him, and marveled afresh. Could anything be stranger than this? Queerest of all—there had not been one ray of visible light. And Dave’s voice at his side had said, “I’ll turn on the light!”
But Johnny knew what it was all about. He had taken pictures in the dark before. Still the strangeness of it all, baffled him.
As if brought on by the darkness and mystery, he suddenly thought of something he must tell Dave.
“Samatan is stirring up trouble with the crew of the Sea Nymph!” he said.
“Our cook? Samatan?” Dave’s voice registered surprise. “You must be mistaken.”
“No” said Johnny. “I heard him last night”.
“But why should he? He is well paid.”
“That’s what I don’t know.” There was a note of perplexity in Johnny’s voice. “It’s what somebody must find out. What if he should persuade the men to hoist anchor and sail, right now?”
“Right now?”