“I figured it was time for another look around,” Carrots said, “so I came out the side door and went around the back and up the side by the fence, then crossed over by the front. And just as I got to the corner, who did I see but our two wise-guy pals!” He poked the rifle in Rick’s back by way of emphasis.

Red Kelso and Brad Marbek looked at the two boys and then at each other. Marbek looked up the creek nervously. “Better get ’em inside under cover,” he said in his high voice. “Jimmy, take ’em into the cabin.”

Rick was seething inwardly, but he gave no sign. He was angry with himself. He should have known that there would be a guard.

He walked down the pier, Scotty at his side, the others following. At Carrots’ direction he climbed over the side of the trawler and went into the small cabin aft of the wheelhouse.

Red Kelso gestured toward a built-in bunk. “Sit down, both of you.” He went to the single window and slid the curtains shut.

Carrots took up a position in the corner from which he could cover the two boys. Brad Marbek pushed into the cabin and closed the door behind him. For a dozen heartbeats there was silence.

Red Kelso broke it. “What now?” he asked heavily. “We’ve got ’em. What do we do with ’em?”

Rick spoke up with much more boldness than he felt. “Nothing. Half a dozen people know we came here.”

Marbek and Kelso exchanged glances.

“We can’t just let ’em go,” Carrots said. His glance at Rick was vindictive. “This is the smart joker that dove at me in his airplane. I owe him somethin’ for that.”

“Be quiet, Jimmy,” Red Kelso said. “We’ve got to think about this.”

There was a hail from outside. Marbek started. “Red! Come outside. Jimmy, watch these two.”

Carrots lifted the rifle a little. The two older men went out and closed the door. Rick, listening carefully, thought he could hear oars.

Scotty spoke up. “You’re a good shot with that thing, Rick says. You put two shots right together over his head.”

“I should have picked him off,” Carrots snarled. “I ought to put a shot in his head right now for makin’ me jump off the dock.”

“That evened us up,” Rick said quietly. “You dumped the fish on us.”

Carrots grinned his satisfaction. “You’re tootin’ I did! And that ain’t all I’m goin’ to do to you, either.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Scotty said.

Carrots’ thin lips tightened. “You got warned. Twice. What happens to you is on your own head.”

The door banged open and Red Kelso and Brad Marbek came in again. For some reason they seemed in better spirits. Marbek was grinning.

Kelso stood before the two boys, his seaweed-green eyes surveying them coldly. “All right. Talk. What did you want in here?”

Rick and Scotty remained quiet.

“Don’t make me beat it out of you,” Kelso warned.

Rick thought quickly. He jerked his thumb at Carrots. “You can blame him. First he dumped half a ton of menhaden on us and then he took a shot at me while I was climbing the old tower.”

“Why were you climbin’ the tower?” Marbek demanded quickly.

Rick shrugged, nonchalantly, he hoped. “Why does anyone climb a tower? Just for the fun of it.”

Carrots snorted. “Nuts! Then why didn’t you go all the way to the top?”

Red Kelso’s eyes swiveled from his son to the boys. “Let’s cut the comedy,” he snapped. “Jimmy had nothin’ to do with your comin’ here. Now give us a straight story or you’ll suffer for it!”

Rick’s mind was working at top speed. He couldn’t tell them everything, but he might be able to stall.

“You warned us,” he said. “Twice. Anyway, we thought it was you, then your son just admitted it.” He grinned at Kelso. “We had to find out why you were warning us, didn’t we?”

Red looked at Carrots and then at Brad. “I told you it was a mistake to try to warn ’em off,” he grated. “All right. Did you find out why we warned you?”

“We didn’t have time,” Scotty pointed out. “We had just arrived when we got caught.”

Brad Marbek’s high voice was cold. “Do you think my coming here is funny?”

Scotty’s reply was equally cold. “You’re not trying to kid anyone that you tie up at this pier before unloading your fish just because you want to be sociable, are you?”

Marbek took a step forward. Red Kelso’s hand on his shoulder restrained him. Rick held his breath, wondering if Scotty had said too much.

“Okay, you snoopers,” Red said. “You’re goin’ to take a nice long look around, see? You’re goin’ to do exactly what we say, and you’re goin’ to find out for yourselves just what’s goin’ on here. Now how do you like that?”

“Fine,” Rick said feebly. There didn’t seem to be anything else to say.

“Start at the house,” Brad growled. “Get goin’.”

On deck, Rick took a quick look around. Nothing had changed, nor was anyone in sight. With Carrots’ rifle at their backs, he and Scotty marched to the side door of the hotel. Inside Red Kelso pointed at another door. “Open it and go downstairs. Step on it, we haven’t all night.”

Rick caught his breath. Why were they forcing them into the cellar? A little fearfully, he went down the stairs as Red snapped on lights.

At the bottom of the steps, the three faced them. “Start lookin’,” Brad commanded. “Go on. Stick your noses in every corner. Get busy!” He gave Scotty a shove that sent him staggering in the direction of the coal cellars. Then Red Kelso gave Rick a hard push that landed him on his knees.

The boy stood up again and looked around him uncertainly. “What do you want us to do?”

“Look,” Red snapped. “That’s what you came for. Look in every blasted corner until you’re satisfied there’s nothin’ more to look for. Now get goin’!”

And Rick and Scotty looked. Even though they knew now nothing would be found in the old house, they had no choice. With the three hovering over them they searched in corners, under stairs, in bins. They sounded walls and rapped floors. As they passed through the kitchen, four men were playing cards, evidently members of Brad’s crew. They inspected the butler’s pantry and even the refrigerator, then they were pushed on through the other first-floor rooms and up the stairs.

Rick was tired of the whole affair, but every time he hesitated, Brad or Red gave him a headlong shove that kept him moving, and always Carrots was behind with the rifle. When there were no bulbs in the rooms a flashlight Red produced provided illumination. Room by tiresome room they worked their way to the attic.

From the attic they were run down the stairs again and out into the grounds and forced to cover every inch of land. Then they were taken to the garage-boathouse and made to work their way through what had been the servants’ quarters. Downstairs, they inspected the only car, and Rick automatically made a mental note of the make and the New York license number. Then they looked under the seats and into the rope locker of a motor whaleboat that was the only craft in the boathouse, and they were forced to crawl under the boathouse where it rested on piles.

“Now,” Brad Marbek said grimly, “let’s take a look at the trawler.”

“Do we have to?” Scotty said wearily. “We know you wouldn’t make us look if there was anything to be seen.”

Brad’s big hand landed in the middle of his back, smashing him toward the dock. “March!” he commanded.

The tiresome routine started again. Through wheelhouse and cabin and galley and enginehouse and rope and gear lockers they hunted, picking up accumulated layers of dirt and grease on the way, until finally only the huge fish holds were left.

Rick looked into the forward one and thought, “Oh, no!” He started to protest, but Brad’s open hand caught him on the side of the face. “Dig!” the skipper commanded. “You asked for it. Dig!”

And dig they did, through tons of stinking menhaden and cold ice until they choked and their mouths felt full of scales. Once or twice they protested, but there was always big Brad Marbek ready to strike out and Carrots and Red Kelso backing him up.

An eternity later they clawed their way up the pile of fish in the last hold.

Rick took a deep breath of clean air. “Anything else?” he asked.

Carrots stepped forward. “You poor jokers got dirty,” he said with false concern. “You need a bath.” He pointed to the end of the dock. “Go on, jump in.” His rifle lifted menacingly.

That, at least, was no hardship. Rick walked to the end of the dock and dropped into the water, savoring is cool cleanliness. Scotty was right beside him.

Overhead, the three waited, and Carrots’ rifle was still on them. “Back to the bank,” he commanded.

Rick and Scotty swam, clambered up on shore, and stood waiting.

“Hike.”

They were herded like two sheep to the front gate. Red Kelso produced a key and the gate swung open.

“You had your look,” he said. “You came to spy and we helped you out. Now you know there’s nothin’ wrong here. We warned you because we didn’t like you, see? And that’s all. Now get goin’ and don’t ever come back, or we’ll work you over so you’ll never be the same again. Now git!”

They were shoved violently forward and landed sprawling on the hard macadam road. Behind them the gate slammed shut, and as they got to their feet and looked at each other ruefully, the sound of Carrots’ raucous laughter was like salt on raw flesh.