"Open!" cried the voice of Captain Moore. "There's danger ahead for you. Open the door."
"Little he cares for our hides!" Jimmie commented. "If there was any danger he'd be the last one to warn us."
"Just a crack," pleaded Moore. "Just a crack, and I'll tell you what you are facing."
Ned opened the door a trifle and saw Moore's face there, looking almost frantic in the strong light.
"Well?" Ned asked.
"There's death for us all if you go ahead," the Captain declared.
"Stop where you are."
"Soh!" grunted the German.
"Oh, I'm not pretending that I care for your rascally lives," Moore went on, vindictively. "I'd kill you all this moment if it lay in my power to do so. I'm thinking of my own safety."
"Well?" repeated Ned. "What is it?"
"The boat you are chasing has dynamite on board, and a tube gun. If you go nearer, she'll blow you out of the water."