“Oh, I see,” laughed Frank.
Suddenly the lookout cried:
“Steamer ho!”
“Where away?” came the demand.
“Almost dead ahead. Looks like some sort of cruiser.”
Ned, Frank and several others, including a number of officers looked in the direction indicated. There, speeding away ahead of the Georgetown, was a craft that did look like a small fighting craft.
“Can you make out her flag?” asked one officer to another.
“No, not yet,” was the reply, as the one addressed peered through his glasses.
“Yes, I can, too!” he cried a moment later. “If those rascals of revolutionists of Uridio haven’t got a navy! Well, who would have thought it!”
“Let me see,” demanded the other. “Yes,” he continued a moment later, “it is a small cruiser, and she flies the hostile flag. They must have bought some old fighting craft that some nation considered out of date. The captain must be informed.”