“Not only follow him, but catch him, Dan.”
“You really mean it, though he is your uncle?”
“I certainly do.”
When I told Ford that I intended to follow Mr. Norton, and capture him if possible, I meant every word I said.
The fact that the man posed as my uncle must have nothing to do with my feelings. He was a criminal, and must be handed over to the authorities.
I let out the mainsail, and ran up the jib to its fullest. This sent us forging ahead, and we began to close up the distance that separated the two crafts.
“I think we’ll overtake the Catch Me in a quarter of an hour,” I said, after I had done all I could to increase our speed.
“We will if this breeze holds out, and he doesn’t trim the sails,” replied Ford. “He is carrying too much canvas.”
“I suppose Mr. Norton is not much of a sailor, or he would run right away from us. The Catch Me is a far better boat than the Mary.”