"Then when we declared an extra dividend--"
"Pooh!" says Vee. "You and Auntie are just alike."
"Wouldn't it cheer Auntie up a lot to hear that?" says I. "I expect
she's busy spendin' her share, too."
"I should say," announces Vee, "that we had all better be planning how
to get that treasure on board the yacht. Captain Killam says we
mustn't go there by day, you know, because someone might follow us.
Then there's the crew. I wonder if they suspect anything?"
Come to find out, that was what we was all wonderin'. Course, Rupert
would be the first to develop a case of nerves. He reports that he's
come across groups of 'em whisperin' mysterious. Which reminds Auntie
that she'd noticed something of the kind, too. Even Mr. Ellins admits
that some of the men had acted sort of queer. And right while we're
holdin' our confab someone looks around and discovers that a sailor has
drifted up sleuthy almost within earshot.
"Hey, you!" calls out Old Hickory. "What are you doing there?"
"Just touching up the brasswork, sir," says he.
"Do your touching up some other time," orders Old Hickory. "Forward
with you!"
"Yes, sir," says the party in the white jumper, and sneaks off.
"Listening!" says Rupert. "That's what he was doing.
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