"Those buzzards--same gang in the longboat that was here last night."
"Humph!" growled the captain, gazing stormily at a yawl just rounded from open water into the mouth of the creek.
The approaching craft was directed by the plausible Silverado. Smiling as ever he came on board, three men with him.
"From his excellency the governor," he said.
"Yes, yes," answered Captain Broadbeam crossly; "I know all that rigmarole. What do you want?"
"A complaint, captain."
"Who from?"
"I do not know."
"What about?"
"Contraband goods--smuggling."