“I don’t know,” returned Dave Darrin. “It all hinges on whether he is really the chap who once called himself Rogers. Commander Bertrand declined to be positive that they are one and the same, though for himself, he seems to believe it. However, we are not likely to see Pembroke again. He has made no effort to force himself upon us.”
Not long after that the launch called, and the “Castoga’s” visiting officers started to return to their own craft.
“There is some one waving to us,” declared Dave, staring across the water at the occupants of a small motor boat.
“Why, it looks like Captain Chapin,” returned Dalzell.
“It is Chapin, and that is his sister with him,” returned Dave. “See, she is standing up in the bow to wave her handkerchief to us.”
“Chapin ought not to allow her to stand up in the bow of such a narrow craft,” said Danny Grin. “It’s a risky pose for any one but a veteran sailor. It’s dangerous. She—”
“By Jove!” burst from Darrin. “There she goes—overboard!”
For a rolling wave, catching the small motor boat under the bow, had rocked the little craft.
Miss Chapin was seen to stagger wildly and then plunge overboard.
“They’ve stopped!” cried Dan. “She doesn’t come up, either!”