Mr. Browning whistled and then bit his lip.
“Does look as if there was something to worry about, doesn’t it?”
“Jonas P. Dunn is the man I’m more afraid of than anybody else in the world.”
“And that’s his yacht?”
“It says so in Lloyd’s.”
“Well, if that is Dunn’s boat, and I guess it must be, then we want to go mighty easy. Dunn is the kind of a man who sticks to a thing he starts after. He’s got all the money in the world, and he doesn’t care much how he gets more.... Um.... We’ll have to give that yacht the slip.”
“Let’s run now,” says Topper.
“We’d have a lovely time out there in this gale,” says Mr. Browning. “We might make New Bedford, and we might make Davy Jones’ Locker. No, there’ll be no running out before tomorrow. When we get up into Buzzards Bay we can give them the slip some place—among among the islands. Lots of places to dodge in and hide.”
“I wish we were there this minute,” says Mr. Topper.
“Well,” says Mr. Browning, “I don’t mind owning I feel that way myself.”