A dark shadow was thrown by the boat against the lighter background of water—a hovering, ominous shadow of treachery—all the more ominous because neither of the chums were suspecting underhand work there in those peaceable waters off the British town of Belize.
[CHAPTER IV.]
DON CARLOS LAYS HIS SNARE.
"Ahoy, yourself!" shouted Matt. "What do you want?"
"Dar's a gentman here, Marse Cap'n, dat wants tuh come on bo'd," answered the voice of Sambo.
"Who is he?"
Here another form pushed forward and another voice took up the conversation.
"Are you Motor Matt?" asked the voice.
"Yes."