For answer he pointed toward a power-boat almost astern and following at a rapid rate.
"Seems, by Jove, as if they wished to speak with us," he said. "A chap just waved."
Rosalind studied the oncoming craft. It carried a small British ensign at the stern. Four men were standing in the cock-pit, staring intently. As she watched one of them signaled.
"Stop the boat!" she commanded.
Sam obeyed, then turned for the first time to observe the pursuing vessel, now close aboard.
As the launch slackened to a slow drift the smart-looking power-boat with the British flag ranged alongside. A man who appeared to be in authority touched his cap formally.
"Who's the owner of this vessel?" he asked.
"Me," answered Sam without removing his pipe from his mouth.
"Name of vessel?" demanded the stranger briskly.
"Fifty-Fifty."