Part 34 (1/2)
”Good evening, Mr. Diaz,” said Phil quickly recovering his self-possession.
Diaz uttered an unintelligible grunt, but did not deign to turn his head.
”Hey, Phil, is that you?” called the voice of Teddy from further down the deck.
”Yes,” answered Phil, rising and moving aft. ”How long have you been here?”
”About an hour.”
”Do you know who is sitting over there?”
”Over where?”
”There by the rail?”
”Sure, I know. That's our old friend Diaz,” grinned Teddy.
”How long has he been there?”
”He came in when I did.”
”An hour ago?”
”Yes.”
Phil was perplexed.
”I do not understand it at all.”
”Don't understand what?”
”Something that occurred this evening.”
Teddy's curiosity was aroused.
”What is it all about, Phil?”
”I should prefer not to talk about it here, Teddy. I will tell you after we get to bed and there is no one about to overhear us.
There is a rascally plot on foot.”
”A plot?”
”Yes. I know very little about it, but I know enough to warn me that you and I will have to keep our eyes open or else we shall find ourselves in serious difficulties before we realize it.”
”Is that so? Tell me who the plotters are, and I'll turn January loose on them,” explained Teddy. ”Do you think they are the fellows who stole my egg?”
”I don't know. Where is Mr. Sparling?”
”I haven't seen him since I ran into him and bowled him over off on the lot.”
Phil laughed.