"If I find any of the men down here I'll flog them," was the captain's savage comment; and it was easy to see that he meant what he said.
"It would go rough with us if any of them should discover what we were carrying," went on Lowell. "Paving stones and kindling wood!"
"Hush! Some one might hear you!"
The two men came close to where I was crouching. Indeed Lowell's foot came within a few inches of my arm, and for an instant I did not see how I could avoid being discovered. Then they passed on.
"Must have been mistaken, Lowell," said the captain. "Guess you're getting nervous."
And he gave a low laugh.
"Better be too careful than not careful enough," returned the boatswain, slightly disturbed at the slur. "I don't want to get caught at this job."
"Neither do I."
"They can send us to prison for it."
"So they can—if they catch us. But I don't intend they shall."
The two men carried a lantern, and they swung it over their heads, casting the rays as far as possible about them.
I was in a direct line of light, and for a second the captain caught sight of the top of my head as I moved behind the case.
