"Say, for hard work I'd like this job right along," yawned Eph Somers, when the three were alone in the cabin. "Just talking three times a day—what an easy way of living!"
"It's all right for a while," agreed Jack. "But it would grow tiresome after a few weeks, anyway. Lying here in the basin, and talking like a salesman once in a while, isn't like a life of adventure."
"Oh, you can sigh for adventure, if you wish," yawned Eph. "As for me, I've had enough hard work to appreciate a rest once in a while. Going into the town to-night, Jack?"
"Into town?" laughed the young skipper. "I went last night—and some of the folks didn't do a thing to me, did they?"
"Aren't you going to report the robbery to the police?" demanded Hal, opening his eyes in surprise.
"Not in a rush," Jack answered. "If I do, the police may start at once, and that mulatto and his friends, being on the watch, will take the alarm and get away. If I wait two or three days, then the mulatto's crowd will think I've dropped the whole thing. I reckon the waiting game will fool them more than any other."
"Yes, and all the money they got away from you will be spent," muttered
Eph.
Jack, none the less, decided to wait and think the matter over.
Supper over, the submarine boys, for want of anything else to do, sat and read until about nine o'clock. Then Jack looked up.
"This is getting mighty tedious," he complained. "What do you fellows say to getting on shore and stretching our legs in a good walk?"