“And,” says Mr. Dunn, “if there’s a bed in that town, I’m going to get into it and sleep for forty-eight hours.”
“You’ve got to catch your mutineers, and save your ship,” says Catty.
“I’ll just attend to that by wire,” says he. “We’ll have a destroyer here from Newport, or some kind of a government ship. They haven’t a chance to escape.”
“All ready,” says Catty.
So we started for town, stringing along, and none of us going very fast. Pretty soon we came to the edge of town, and then we struck the end of a street, and felt we were safe.
In another ten minutes we were on the broad main street, and I knew where I was at, and felt human again.
“What now?” says Catty.
“We’ll send a wire, and then go to a hotel,” says Mr. Dunn.
“Guess we’ll go to the Albatross,” says Catty, “they must be worrying about us.”
Well, just as he said that he tripped over the curb and the tin cylinder flew out of his arms and rolled across the walk just under a street light.