The Radio Boys on Secret Service Duty

, Mister Enemy?" questioned Bo

grunted the othe

n't mind if I talk a little, d

shout. An' don't try any funny business, because ye have no weapons,

, "why don't you spare us some

secretly amused at the boy

kly realized Matt Murphy was on the alert, while the Chinaman, whose head showed in the little light coming in from the front window, undoubtedly also was ready to cope with any attack. It was difficult for Frank to realize that in a gr

r stabbed. But when he thought that such an attempt to gain freedom might result in Bob or Jack or Mr. Temple being kill

topography were unable to make any surmise as to the direction in which they were being driven. They had climbed and des

small oval of the partition was boarded up, and the Chinaman's head obscured that. At the signal

" said Murphy

n drew up behind them at almost the same moment, its rear doors were swung open an

ies and homes of Italian fishermen on a ragged street some distance in the rear. A suspended street lamp, swinging in the wind, cast strange shad

tarry barrels and even the skeleton of a long boat from which the boards

borne, and up a gangplank to the deck of the boat. Beyond the bow of the craft, pointing into the stream, showed the dark waters

e desolate surroundings? Who to lend a helping hand? No, it would be folly to make a dash for freedom now. Especially, inasmuch as not only did they have Matt Murphy, his Chines

any time for looking about, Murphy immediately led the way to a small salon from which opened a number of cabins. Mr. Temple and Bob were given one, Frank and Jack another. Their bags from the Palace Hotel

brought here, this steam trawler-for such I take her to be, and that means a ship that can weather heavy storms, the expedition with which our belongings we

gathered in the little cabin

Frank, stretchi

n regarded h

ld feel like

cally amounts to a pirate ship, and pirates always have fascinated me. We don't know where we're going, but I'll bet it's to the smug

Folwell will wish he had let us alone. Such trusty adventurers as Bob and Jack here, to say nothing of my

n the back, and Bo

tab

s the

en an expression to

a weapon or tw

ation, reached for his bag

us

matter, Dad?

But you see the bag's open. These fellows foresaw the possibility o

ting to rummage. He was unsuccessful. The r

our wits about us, that's all. In a shipload of armed men,

Bob suddenly. The big fellow was slower in his mental processes

red that possibility before? A cruel man like Folwell must make some enemies among his men, es

g of Matt Murp

aid Frank, but so low h

Murphy put his head

headed out into the channel. "In ten, fifteen minutes, we'll be passin' through the Golden Gate," said Matt Mu

he closed the door and they were once more alone. They look

cerning lad,

ression was beginning to grow upon them that in Matt Murphy, "Bla