“I believe not,” said Dutch, moodily. “But you have found out something?”
“Not yet.”
“You know of something, then, for certain?”
“Not yet.”
“Speak, man,” exclaimed Dutch, impatiently. “You torture me with your riddles. What is it you think?”
“Don’t speak so loud,” said the captain; “and don’t look round and start when I tell you, but smoke quietly, and seem like me—watching those bonito playing below.”
Dutch nodded.
“Go on,” he said in a low voice.
“I will explain, then,” said the captain. “But first I believe this: we have not been stopped or overtaken by Lauré, because—”
“Because what?”