“Message’s for her,” says he. “Where is she?”
“Nantucket, or somewheres.”
“Expect to meet her?”
“Sort of.”
“Wa-al, I kind of figgered so. This telegram says you started out like you was heading here, and to be sure to keep track of you.”
“Much obliged,” says Catty, and we went out.
“There,” says he, “that shows they’re taking no chances. They’re having us watched and reported, as well as following us with the Porpoise. We’re going to have a job dodging them.”
“You bet,” says I, “especially if we’re heading for Nantucket to run right into them.”
Naboth was waiting for us in the dinghy and took us aboard again. As we ran up the jacob’s ladder there was Mr. Browning waiting to see if we had a telegram for him.
“Nothing for you,” says Catty, “but there was a message about us.”