"Clear your ship; I am going to sink you," he called.
"Cargo too precious this trip; don't do it," answered Summers.
"Let me take the megaphone," demanded Pauline.
"What do you mean by following us?" she cried.
"I don't trust that sardine can, and I want a regular boat on hand when you are wrecked."
"I am very angry with you. It looks as if—"
Her words were drowned in Summers' laughter.
"Never mind. I know a way we can escape from him," he said.
"How?"
"Why, sink the boat."