I don't want to be the whole show."
Ned was glad of the chance to take the wheel, and he and Jerry changed
places. They were proceeding at slow speed, the girls occasionally
humming the chorus of a song, and the boys joining in when they knew
the air. The beauty of the night, the fine boat, and delight of moving
along with scarcely a sound, had them all under a sort of magic spell,
and they felt they could thus go on forever.
It was when they came opposite a range of low cliffs, close to the
water's edge, that Bob suddenly called out in a low voice:
"Look at the men on the rocks!"
"Where?" asked Jerry.
"Over there," and Bob pointed. Ned steered the boat nearer to where
two black figures, sharply outlined in the moonlight, could be seen in
bold relief on the cliff.
"They are men, sure enough," replied Jerry, "but you needn't get
excited over it."
"I'm not," went on Bob. "Only one of them is Mr. Blowitz, that's all."
"Mr. Blowitz?" queried Jerry sharply.
"Hush! He'll hear you," cautioned Rose. "Sounds carry very easily over
water."
"It is Mr. Blowitz," admitted Jerry. "I wonder what he's doing out
here."
"Probably getting some more information about the brig Rockhaven,"
suggested Ned. "Maybe that's a seaman who has some news of her."
By this time the motor boat was quite close to the two men, who,
however, did not seem to notice the Ripper. There was no question
about the identity of Mr. Blowitz. The other man was a stranger to the
boys and girls.
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