“What’s wanted?” he asked.
“Take this Chinaman in there with you, Mr. Glennie,” said Bob, “and watch him.”
“What’s he been doing?”
“I don’t know that he’s been doing anything. I just want him watched, that’s all, and you can do it better than any one else.”
Glennie stared for a moment, then jerked the Chinaman inside and closed the door.
As Bob turned away, he was conscious of the steady song of the cylinders. Again the motor had taken up its cycle properly—proof that the gasoline secured by Dick in Port of Spain was of the right sort.
“I’ll take the wheel, Speake,” said Bob. “Go to the torpedo room and turn in.”
“What was wrong with the motor?” queried Speake, as he gave up the wheel.
“Water in the carburetor.”