"What did that gang get in the jewelry store?" he asked the captain.
"Don't know exactly—diamonds, I suppose. You men get your stuff and get out of here. I guess you're all right. How are you going to get home?"
"We've got a launch down at the wharf," one of them replied. "She ain't much to look at, and ain't any race horse, but she does manage to get through the water a bit. Good enough for our business, I reckon."
"Get your stuff and come along. I'll see you through the lines," the captain told them. "We'll have to search your shop, baker. I'll leave a couple of men to do that."
"All right. But I ain't in the diamond business," the baker said, grinning.
The captain opened the door and motioned for the five fishermen to pass him. He conducted them to the street and across it, and passed them through the lines. They went on toward the waterfront, talking loudly, swaggering and staggering a bit, jesting, and now and then singing a snatch of song.
Four of them carried a loaf of bread each. The fifth man carried a dozen light biscuits beneath his arm.
And in those biscuits was a fortune in diamonds!
