"Hist!"
Ross interrupted Kinky with the warning syllable; then, quickly, the lantern was extinguished, and Ross crept back into the rear of the launch.
"Listen!" he whispered; "some one's coming."
"Then we'd better hike!"
"Not on your life! Crowd up forward, there. I played the spook, a while ago, and now let's see how well I can play the rôle of the darky."
"But what——"
"Sh-h-h!"
Thus suddenly did Ross lay his snare. As Kinky crept forward, Ross crouched in the stern; then followed the brief colloquy between Matt and Ross, the latter imitating the voice of the negro.
The instant Motor Matt dropped into the boat the snare suddenly tightened.