“Then you’d better go up in the lookout, Cassidy, and see to laying us alongside the town.”
A mutinous look flickered for an instant on Cassidy’s weather-beaten face. He hesitated, and then, without a word, turned away and climbed into the conning tower.
A moment more and the captain revived and opened his eyes.
“How are you feeling, sir?” queried Bob.
“Far from well, my lad,” was the answer, in a weak voice. “Are we off Belize?”
“Not yet, sir, but we are drawing close.”
“We are close enough so that we can read the second half of our sealed orders.”
The captain lifted a hand and removed from the breast pocket of his coat a sealed envelope, which he handed to Bob.
“Open it, Bob,” said he, “and read it aloud.”
The young motorist paused. “Captain,” said he, “wouldn’t Cassidy be the right man for carrying out the work that brought us into these waters? He is the mate, you know, and I think he expects——”