“Must be. Looks funny. Let’s call,” Bill suggested.
“I guess we’d better beat it and mind our own business,” said Gus, loudly. “Come on, we don’t belong here at all.”
Had the boys been suddenly confronted with a genie, at the behest of Aladdin’s lamp, their surprise could not have been much greater than at the response from within the room. It was a girl’s voice that reached them, and though very sweet and low it was full of trepidation.
“I hear you. What can you be plotting now? If you intend to kill me you will have to destroy this boat to do it, for I’ll surely kill you if you try to break in here. Now, you’d better listen to me again. Sail back and I’ll see that you’re not arrested and—I’ll get you a reward. You will only get into jail by this——”
“I guess, Miss, you’re talking to the wrong party,” said Bill.
“You’re mistaking us for somebody else,” asserted Gus.
“Oh, who are you, then?” came the voice.
“Two fellows at your service. We got a radio at Oysterman Dan’s and thought we could rescue——”
“I sent it. I got to the wireless when they were working to get us off. But please tell me exactly who you are.”
“We are Marshallton Tech boys, down here on vacation,—that’s all.”