“I’ve got him! I’ve got him!” cried a voice savagely, and the tones were not those of Chunky. Then followed the sound of a struggle.
[CHAPTER VI]
A STRANGE ENCOUNTER
Instantly all was in confusion in that part of the sleeping quarters where the three friends were berthed. Jerry leaped up, followed by Ned, and the tall lad flashed on the scene the gleam from his pocket electric torch.
He saw a strange sight. Bob was struggling in the grasp of a white-robed figure. The two were tumbling about, each one seemingly trying to get an advantageous grip on the other. And all the while the figure in white was shouting:
“I’ve got him! I’ve got him! I’ll kill him now! I’ve got him!”
While Bob, exerting himself to the utmost, could only gasp:
“Let up now! What’s the matter! Ned! Jerry! He’s killing me!”
Ned’s answer to this appeal was to leap on the back of the man who had Bob in what might prove to be a death-grip, while Jerry moved about to get in position where he, too, could help his chum. Meanwhile, the tall lad kept his pocket electric lamp glowing.