Skipper Tom whistled as he handled the wheel. Joe Dawson was so relieved in mind that, after a careful look at the motors, he threw himself upon one of the berths opposite and dozed. Hank put in his time looking after preparations for supper.
“What ails you, Halstead?” demanded Seaton, pausing abruptly beside the young skipper.
For the boy had turned, suddenly, to a sickly pallor.
“It has just struck me, sir,” confessed the young motor boat skipper, “that, if Dalton has the slightest suspicion of what we’ve done to outwit him, he’s just the man who will be desperate enough to put his whole set of papers in at the nearest cable office for direct sending to Rio Janeiro!”
CHAPTER XIX
HELPLESS IN THE NORTHEASTER!
“I’ve already thought of that,” nodded Powell Seaton.
“And it doesn’t worry you, sir—doesn’t make you anxious?” questioned Captain Tom Halstead.