"Hush!" cautioned Blake. "They may be around here—any place—and hear you. I wish we could see them."
They moved along silently, looking on every side for a sight of the two conspirators, but there were so many shadows, and so many places where the men might lurk, that it was difficult to place them. The sailor, evidently, had had no suspicions, thinking that Blake and his chums had merely come up to be with the two men.
"What are you going to do when you do see them?" asked Joe of his chum.
"I don't know," was the whispered answer. "First, we've got to see them, then we can tell what to do. But where in the world are they?"
Somewhat at a loss what to do, the boys paused in the shadow of a deckhouse. They were about to emerge from its dim protection when Charlie plucked at Blake's sleeve.
"Well?" asked the moving picture boy, in a low voice. "What is it?"
"Look right straight into the bow, as far as you can see," directed Macaroni. "Notice those two moving shadows?"
"Yes," answered Blake.
"I think that's our men," went on Charlie.
"Yes, there they are," added Joe.