“And who shall say he’s wrong?” said Jimmy, throwing out his chest. “I’ve often heard that dogs have more sense than human beings. They surely have than some human beings I could mention,” and he looked significantly at his mates.
They picked up a life-preserver that had on it the words “Thomas Wilson, St. Johns, Newfoundland.”
“That’s the name of the vessel and the port she hails from, I suppose,” said Bob.
“She’ll never see that port again, I imagine,” remarked Joe. “I guess she’s ticketed for Davy Jones.”
In about an hour, the lieutenant had learned all that was possible about the vessel and prepared to return to the Meteor.
“I beg your pardon, Lieutenant,” ventured Jimmy. “How about this dog?”
The officer looked at him a little quizzically.
“Well, what about him?” he countered.
“I—I don’t exactly like the idea of leaving him behind,” said Jimmy, a little confusedly.
The lieutenant looked half-amused and half-perplexed.