“I told you a short time ago that it would be just like the fellow to come back here.”
“Well, he wants to keep away from me!” growled Hodge, tenderly touching his head. “I have a grudge in store for that whelp, and, if he lives, I’ll settle the score some time.”
“I am thinking about the yacht,” said Jack. “We have left it entirely alone, thinking there was no need to watch it now.”
“That’s so. Flynn claims that the White Wings belongs to him.”
“And he has made more than one attempt to get possession of her.”
“You think——”
“Isn’t it likely that he might make another?”
“It’s more than likely. We must see Frank and talk the matter over. Somebody must be sent to the yacht immediately.”
“Why not all go? It’s late enough.”
“We’ll see about it. Come on.”