The Ocean Wireless Boys And The Naval Code. Goldfrap John Henry

of avenging himself for his treatment by the monkeys.

      "Say, young man," said the manager, coming up to Jack, "I think your friend was responsible for this rumpus."

      "What rumpus?"

      "Why, that trouble with the bear, of course. You boys are at the bottom of it all."

      "Why, the bear chased my friend harder than anyone else," said Jack, with assumed indignation.

      "I guess we'll pay our bill and leave," struck in Billy.

      "Think you'd better, eh?" sneered the manager.

      "If you want your money you'd better be civil," said Jack.

      "Yes, but – your bill is eight dollars."

      "Here it is. Now don't bother us any more or I'll report you to the proprietor."

      "I know, but look here."

      "I can't see in that direction."

      "I don't know if that man has caught his monkeys yet."

      "No use of your worrying about that unless you're afraid one of them will get your job."

      There was a loud laugh at this and in the midst of it the boys passed out of the hotel, leaving the clerk very red about the ears.

      "I hope that will teach Noddy a lesson," said Jack, as they hurried down to the boat yard where Noddy had been instructed to precede them.

      "It ought to. Being chased by a bear is no joke."

      But when they reached the yard they were just in time to see the man who was working on the boat clap his hand to the back of his neck and yell:

      "Ouch! A bee stung me."

      Not far off, looking perfectly innocent, stood Noddy, but Jack detected him in the act of slipping into his pocket a magnifying glass, by which he focused the sun's rays on the workman's neck.

      CHAPTER X.

      "WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT?"

      The Skipjack was all ready for them and no delay was had in making a start back to Musky Bay, where, it will be remembered, the boys had left their boat to be repaired. A brief stop was made at the Pine Island hotel and then the trip was resumed.

      "Wonder where Judson and his crowd have gone to?" pondered Jack, as they moved rapidly over the water.

      "One thing sure, they never started back home in the Speedaway this morning," said Billy. "The water is like glass, and there's not a breath of wind."

      "Look, there's a handsome motor boat off yonder," exclaimed Jack presently. He pointed to a low, black craft, some distance behind them and closer in to the shore.

      "She's making fast time," said Bill.

      "Maybe she wants to give us a race," suggested Noddy.

      "I'm afraid we wouldn't stand much chance with her," laughed Captain Simms.

      They watched the black boat for a time, but she appeared to slacken speed as she drew closer, as if those in charge of her had no desire to come any nearer to the Skipjack than they were.

      "That's odd," remarked Jack. "There is evidently nothing the matter with her engine, but for all that they don't seem to want to pass us. That's the first fast boat I ever saw act that way."

      "It does seem queer," said Captain Simms, and suddenly his brow clouded.

      "Could it be possible – " he exclaimed, and stopped short.

      Jack looked at him in a questioning way.

      "Could what be possible, sir?" he asked.

      "Why, that Judson and the others are on board that black craft?"

      "Ginger! That never occurred to me!" cried Jack; "and yet, if they were following us to find out where you are located that would be just the sort of way in which they would behave."

      "So I was thinking," said Captain Simms thoughtfully. "However, we can soon find out."

      He opened a locker and took out his binoculars. Then he focused them on the black craft.

      "Well?" questioned Jack, as the captain laid them down again.

      "There's a man at the wheel, but he isn't the least like your descriptions of your men," said the captain.

      "What does he look like?" questioned Billy.

      "He's rather tall and has a full black beard," was the answer.

      "Then it's not one of Judson's crowd," said Jack with conviction.

      "I guess we are all the victims of nerves to-day," smiled the captain.

      They swung round a point and threaded the channel that led among the shoaly waters of Musky Bay. The point shut out any rearward view of the black motor boat and they saw no more of it. Captain Simms invited them up to the house he occupied, which was isolated from the half dozen or so small habitations that made up the settlement. It was plainly furnished and the living room was littered with papers and documents.

      "What made you select Musky Bay as a retreat?" asked Jack.

      "I come from up in this part of the country," rejoined Captain Simms, "and I thought this would be a good quiet place to hide myself till my work was complete. But it seems," he added, with a smile, "that I may have been mistaken."

      "Oh, I don't know," replied Jack. "Those fellows would never think of trailing you here. I guess they think you are still in Clayton."