For some time after they had been ordered back from their pursuit of the strange vessel neither Frank nor Andy said anything. They were thinking too hard for mere words. Finally the younger lad expressed himself.
“Well, wouldn’t that spoil your clam chowder?”
“It sure would,” agreed Frank, who was used to queer remarks from his brother.
“He must be up to something crooked or he wouldn’t be so anxious to have us stop following him,” went on the younger Racer lad.
“That’s right. And I was so sure I’d find out what the mystery was! But I didn’t count on the cannon.”
“No, it wouldn’t have been safe to risk a shot. We might have sunk.”
“But I’ll not give up!” exclaimed Frank determinedly. “We’ve got some clues now, and we can follow them. Just notice which way they’re sailing, Andy.”
“What good will that do?”
“I intend to circle back in a short time, and see if I can pick them up. It’s one thing for him to order us back, but we have just as much right on the ocean as he has, and he can’t keep us off. If we stay far enough back they can’t see us, and we can find out where they’re going.”
“Where do you think they’re heading for?”