"The whole ship has gone crazy over the danger zone," said Bert.
"Yas, sah," said George Washington. "May have mix-up bime-by," and he jerked his thumb over his starboard shoulder.
"Mix-up with the captain?"
"Humph. George Wash'n Jenks not such a blame fool's that. Mix-up with steamer coming up to starboard. May be, may be not. Not such a mucher at guessing."
"Is that why you are carrying a pistol; because a steamer is coming up?"
"Always carry gun in danger zone, sah," and again the negro grinned tantalizingly.
"George Washington Jenks, New York, U. S. A., I have a nice, green one dollar bill saved from a watery grave," said Harry, "and if you will tell us what the danger zone is, you can have it."
As Harry spoke he pulled a bill out of his pocket and displayed it temptingly before the negro. George Washington Jenks looked at it covetously out of the corner of his eye. Then he shook his head proudly.
"Better go ask Cap'n Dynamite. Might be he need the money. George Wash Jenks don't."
"I guess you are true blue, Wash," laughed Harry, as he put the money back in his pocket.