gun? She squeezed Kellyâs hand. The girls glanced sideways at each other, their eyes wide.
The man withdrew his hand. Bindi could see he was holding a large wad of money. She let out a little sigh of relief.
Sharkbait straightened up and looked at the money in the other manâs hand.
Standing with his feet apart, the man in the suit began to count it. He flicked through the notes, licking his finger every now and then to separate them.
When the large man was done he handed the wad to Sharkbait, who proceeded to count it himself. Satisfied, the fisherman then stuffed the money into his back pocket.
The two men chatted for a moment and then shook hands. The large man in the suit smiled, revealing a gold tooth. He turned and began to climb the ladder. Bindi noticed the flash of gold rings on his hands and a heavy gold watch on his wrist. Gold Tooth must have a lot of money, she decided.
Still undiscovered in their hiding place, the girls watched as Sharkbait hoisted one of the sacks onto his shoulder and climbed the ladder.
âIâve got to get a shark fin before he comes back,â Bindi whispered as soon as he was out of sight. Without waiting for Kelly to answer she ran across to the sack of fins still sitting in the corner.
She looked at the knot. Phew! This time it had been tied in a bow.
Unfortunately, Sharkbait had made a double bow. Bindi only had time to untie it before she heard the familiar sound of footsteps on the ladder.
She scrabbled to pull the sack open but again was forced to dash back to Kelly.
Not noticing that the sack was now untied, Sharkbait hoisted it onto his shoulder and climbed back up the ladder.
When heâd disappeared through the hatch, Kelly mimed slapping her friend on the back. âGood try, Bindi! You nearly did it!â
âNearly, but not quite.â Bindi sighed.
âWell, we canât give up now. We have to get our hands on some evidence to show that policeman so we can stop these guys from killing all those innocent sharks.â
Bindi took a deep breath. Kelly was right. They couldnât give up now. They had to catch these sea robbers.
She reached into her pocket to pat Lucky. With his help, she was sure they could do it.
âOkay, Kelly. Time for Plan B,â she said in a low voice.
âGood idea, Bindi. Just one question.â
âYes?â
âWhatâs Plan B?â
The cabin door banged shut. The girls waited for a moment, then Bindi ran to the ladder. She climbed as quickly and quietly as she could. When she reached the top, she peered over the hatch, keeping out of sight.
It was getting dark. Lights from the city beyond the wharf threw dancing reflections onto the black water. Meena would surely be back by now and wondering where they were. But the girls couldnât give up now.
The boatâs deck was deserted. A single light shone, just above the cabin door, but much of the deck and the gangway was in shadow. Bindi looked about her â it was dark but she was certain the sacks were not on the deck.
She checked the cabin. She could just make out the two men through the porthole. They were talking. One of them raised a small glass to his lips. The liquid in the glass looked like milky tea.
Bindi climbed down a few rungs and called softly to Kelly. âAll clear.â
Kelly appeared at the foot of the ladder and scrambled up.
Bindi checked the cabin again. The two men were still talking. Neither was looking in the direction of the deck or the hatch, but that could change at any second.
âQuick!â Bindi whispered down to Kelly. âGo raise the alarm! Iâll stay here and see if I can waylay them until you get back!â
Kelly nodded up at Bindi.
Checking on the men in the cabin one last time, Bindi scrambled up through the hatch and onto the deck, keeping low and out of sight.
Kelly followed.
Bindi gave Kellyâs hand a squeeze. Then Kelly was off, ducking along the deck towards the
Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins