"He's an impossible sort of chap.
He wanted us to stop our crusade against camp vice. Said it was hurting
business."
"What craft is that?" inquired Dick, looking toward a sailboat that was
moving lazily along about a half-mile to the eastward.
"I don't know," Tom answered, after a look. "Never saw the boat before.
Regular cabin cruiser, isn't she, about forty feet long?"
"About that," nodded Dick. "What interested me in her was the fact that a
fellow on board has been watching us with a marine glass. I caught the
glint of the sun on the lenses."
"Why should he want to be watching us?" demanded Hazelton.
"That's just what made me curious," replied Prescott. "As an army officer,
if this were a fort that I commanded in troublous times, I'd want to look
into any strange craft that I caught cruising lazily in the offing and
holding a marine glass on us."
"I wonder if that boat can be in the service of those who are annoying us?"
Tom muttered.
"It's an even chance that it is a 'hostile ship,'" Prescott suggested.
"You have a motor boat here. I'm inclined to think you ought to use it in
overhauling that suspicious craft. Of course you'd have no right unless
there was a police officer along.
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