“I wouldn’t trust them too far,” said Johnny.
“Nor I,” Rusty agreed.
CHAPTER XXIII
IN THE BLUE BEAR’S CAVE
It was with a feeling of great uneasiness that Johnny came on deck next morning. What was to happen? Had that little brown man told the story of their struggle in the night? And if he had? He shuddered.
Yet, strange to say, the day wore on in perfect peace. They were not even asked to go below and clean fish. The reason for this was apparent, the fish on deck had been taken care of. Since the storm was still roaring across the sea, no others could be brought in. During the forenoon two small, motor-driven crafts came close to stand by.
“They belong to this outfit,” MacGregor declared. “They may have salmon below-deck. They’re afraid of the storm. That’s why they don’t come in.
“Ah, well,” he sighed. “We’re here for the day at least. Even if your Krazy Kat was in the water, Rusty, we couldn’t risk her in a storm like this.”
“These Orientals are a queer lot,” Johnny mused.
“Queer’s no name for it, me boy,” said MacGregor. “As for me, I don’t trust ’em. They’re like children, just when they’re makin’ the least noise is when you’re sure they’re up to some mischief.”
Was this true? Johnny shuddered anew, but said never a word.