"
The _Agnes_ has got under way again, and we'd stopped wavin' good-by to
the jackies, when I catches a glimpse of a head bein' poked cautious
out from under the canvas cover of one of our lifeboats. Nudgin' Vee
to look, I steps up to Mr. Ellins, who's talkin' with Auntie and Mrs.
Mumford, and points out my discovery. By that time the head has been
followed by a pair of shoulders.
Old Hickory just narrows his eyes and stares.
"Why!" gasps Mrs. Mumford, "it--it's Captain Killam!"
"Yep!" says I. "Rupert the Reckless. Only this trip he seems to be
playin' it safe, eh?"
"In hiding!" says Auntie. "All the time, too!"
"Huh!" grunts Old Hickory, watchin' Killam crawl out and slip around a
corner. But say, Mr. Ellins can make that "Huh!" of his mean a lot.
He knows when he's been buffaloed, take it from me. My guess is that
Rupert's stock is in for a bad slump. I'd quote him about thirty off
and no bids.
CHAPTER XIV
AUNTIE TAKES A NIGHT OFF
It looked like a case of watchin' out for the stick to come down.
Uh-huh! The good yacht _Agnes_ had been tied to her anchor less than
half a day when this grand treasure-hunting expedition of ours showed
symptoms of collapse. It was weak in the knees, groggy in its motions,
and had fur on its tongue.
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